Did I tell you I had a new job? Well I did and if I didn’t then it probably wasn’t your business anyways. But yes, I did. And out of over 200 employees in the big office of this big company, I happen to be the only black guy. Or gal. Or thing.
Am I complaining? Heck no! I love the attention. All of a sudden I’m the cool dude in the workplace. I can just see the husbands and boyfriends telling their girlfriends and wives about this cool black guy who is working with them. Or vice versa. Now I’m not sure if I am the token black guy or what happened to the others, if there were others. Lynched? Just kidding! Why the serious face?
Anyways, I want you to remain tight-lipped on this. I don’t want the good reverend Jesse Jackson and that other guy there, hmm… can’t remember his name, showing up at my work screaming racism. No sir. I am enjoying my new-found status. I am loving this. Don’t hate!
Why do people get so scared when the topic of discussion is racial? I am a black man married to a white woman and we have mixed kids. Of course they are curious about their culture. Whenever they do or say something that is funny, I post it on Facebook and quite interestingly, everyone shy away from it. They like my food pics, my lame stories about nothing, my YouTube videos but me saying my kids said they would rather be black than white, is not likeable.
So, let’s knock down some barriers here. Don’t be a wuss, we are all humans. who gives a crap about color? I don’t. I make jokes about blacks, whites, red, yellow, whatever. You don’t like it, then you have a problem. Trust me, if we can’t laugh at these things then we are in a whole heap of trouble.
Your uncomfortable silence when I talk about my color is troubling. It bothers me. It makes me notice that I am indeed black and then I feel different. So come on, lighten up. Let’s talk race. Come on, tell me a black joke. What’s the worst that can happen? I punch you in the face? Nah…
And that’s funny!