GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE..........
If finally happened. It took a while, but the inevitable has happened. I finally met the Texas couple that I expected to meet while working in this state. I must start by saying I have been pleasantly surprised by the state of Texas. The people here are extremely nice, welcoming and kind. They have offered me water or sweet tea at every house and have been more than willing to help me out when I mention that I am far away from home. But, I was waiting for the stereotypical Texas couple and I found them.
As soon it happened, I was enjoying a drink and meal at Buffalo Wild Wings in the small town of Lubbock, Texas. Home of the Texas Tech Red Raiders. A school that is well known for their southern tradition and football team. (I guess that could be said for any school in rural Texas) But, as I was sitting there enjoying the Braves beat up on the Mets, the ESPY awards came on the large projection screen. A couple had sat next to me and the woman had a tough time remembering the name of the awards show and the host. Being the nice person I am, I explained that it was the ESPY award and Samuel L. Jackson was the host. She thanked me and after a few quiet moments she started a conversation with me. This is no big deal in Texas. People here would strike up a conversation with devil if he sat down next to them just to prove their southern hospitality. So, I politely indulged her and her husband and began small talk. I was then asked if I was from Lubbock which, to be honest, was a rhetorical question because everyone knows everybody here so I might as well have had the word "Tourist" written in huge letters across my forehead. In the next few sentences it was discovered that I was in town for business and the woman sitting next to me worked at the same company in which I worked.
Usually, in this same situation in the DC area, that would end the conversation as people in that area don't have time to talk. But, in the south, where I was born and raised, this adds about 3 hours, 15 emails, a facebook request and a wedding invitation to the conversation. The conversation stayed pretty vanilla for a while until the subject of "church camp" came up. Now the statement I said was a simple and obvious one, but, as it always goes, the smallest things often lead to the biggest things. I simply said that there are a lot of "church camps" in Texas. From there, the husband, who I will call Bill, said, "Yeah, you've noticed the christian, conservative ways in Texas."
At this point, I was praying(yes PRAYING. I am in Texas. When in Rome......) well I was praying that when he used the word conservative, he was not about to start a political conversation with me..........
.....COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN.......
Well, apparently God has a dry sense of humor as the next few minutes were polluted with political conversation. I must stress the fact that I did not say anything political. I stay the hell out of political conversations with people that I just met in a town were I am a TRUE minority. There are 1.6 trillion other things to talk about and I know because I have counted. But, for the next 10 minutes, Bill had the podium, microphone, soapbox and pedestal. It was explained to me that he can't wait until 2010 when the largest stimulus package in American history would passed and apparently democrats will turn into gremlins and the republicans will apparently find the Holy Grail and put Indiana Jones to shame. (I may have added some of my own details to that sentence, but you get the point) Also, it was explained to me that the California's current budget crisis is directly related to it's evil liberal agenda and that the recession only affects liberal states and has not affected Texas, let alone Lubbock. Apparently Bill and his wife are doing wonderfully.
At that point, I was thinking of all the customers I had helped in the area that had become very candid with me and explained that because of the current economic climate, they couldn't afford to repair their vehicles or even their $500 deductibles. Or, all the abandoned buildings that were forced out of business due to the increase in overhead costs. But, I must say that I was okay with what he had said so far. Apparently, people drink the kool-aid in many parts of this country and I was allowing him to spread his propaganda as I am not one to judge and people are entitled to their opinions, even if it was never asked for. But, I had to change the conversation when he started to quote Fox News. I mean, if you want to make a point, just make it, do immediately go to your Fox News talking points. I wasn't even disagreeing with Bill and he immediately went to Fox News. So I conveniently changed the conversation back to work. That was short lived.
.......AND WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.
Now, whenever someone prefaces their statement with the saying, "Now don't take this the wrong way," it is fair to assume that the next thing coming out of this person's mouth will be some damn offensive stuff. Well, Bill's wife, who works at the same company I do, explains the reason why she knew I was not from Lubbock. Like any curious individual, I asked why. She stated, verbatim, "Because all the black people in Lubbock talk in Ebonics." She then backtracked and stated that only most of the black people in Lubbock speak in Ebonics. Then her husband stepped in and stated that I speak properly.
------Now I must cut in here and mention the fact the before the second part of this conversation, Bill had mention the fact that he thought Michael Jackson was a pedophile. For those who know me, I don't have to say anything else. For those who don't, this statement really didn't sit well with me. Back to the story.
I have met many people in Lubbock, not many blacks, but a few. ALL OF THEM. Let me repeat, ALL OF THEM, spoke proper English. But, as the patient and non-confrontational person I am, I bit my tongue and continued to listen.
The next part of the conversation really rubbed me the wrong way. We got on the subject of my girlfriend, Nada. We covered many topics and by this point, Bill had walked away to speak with other people and his wife and I talked about marriage. The obvious question was asked: When are you gonna marry her? But for some reason she asked what Nada's last name was. I said Abdelaal. Then the other obvious question: is she Muslim? I answered yes. Then she said the most ignorant thing of the night. She told me, again verbatim, "She probably wants to take your last name." She explained to me that she probably gets a lot of slack for her last name and she probably wants to change it.
There are so many ways I could go at this. The first and only thing I explained to her was that people in the big, bad, liberal world of Washington, DC are accepting and it is a melting pot of cultures.
Next we talked about children and Bill came back to the table and explained the differences between raising girls and boys. Apparently, to him, it is easier to raise a boy because the only thing you have to protect him from is being gay.
Shortly thereafter, I excused myself politely because I had to work in the morning, drove to my hotel and wrote this.
In no way do I feel that this couple is a true reflection of Texas, but I do think it is sad that people still think this way in America.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.
Somethings I cannot change. OBVIOUSLY.
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