Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
No thanks, I’ll pass on seconds of the racism.
Please pass the awkwardness
A fish rots from the head down. There is no way around it. I have tried countless times to let sleeping dogs lie but when infractions with racist underpinnings hit close to home, the time to be cordial takes a back seat.
It’s truly unfortunate how people’s discrimination and judgment can infiltrate others’ relationships — purposely trying to taint the very essence of the bond between two souls. This is as old as the first person to walk upright. My son experienced this firsthand and shared the outcome with me during a recent conversation in which he bemoaned a few issues he was having with his girlfriend, more specifically, her father.
His birthday was last month and to celebrate he was invited to dinner by her family. Nice gesture. Needless to say, he did not want to go but obliged out of respect for his female counterpart. As his story unfolded, even I could feel the thick tension of the evening.
He was never a fan of the father ever since their first encounter. I met the man once, as did my son’s grandfather, and the consensus was mutual. There is always “one” in a family — oftentimes more.
