I was in a bar in Texas (I am white), hanging out with my peeps, one of them is mixed race: Indian, black, Pakistani, a bit of white, he is got it all. He sort of looks black but he sort of looks Indian too.
this drunk hick in his 50s asks him if he is German (!?!?) and my friend said no. Next thing you know he tells us he hates n-words and s-words and shows up a confederate flag tattoo and tells us that the triple-k is misunderstood. He then starts weeping and tells us that his son is a f-word (slur for gay people).
He follows us across the bar telling us shit we dont want to hear. We all feel in danger. He buys us drinks. Me, being white, tells my 2 minority friends to leave, and I stay with the triple-k f***.
My friends refuse to leave me. We all stay. Triple k begins weeping again. He tells us he is not racist because he is sponsoring (economically) a Filipino kid who will become a tech genius. He starts talking about the kid as if he were his son. Then he calls him a slur for Asians , and then he calls his son the slur for gay people again.
he gets distracted and we leave the fuck out of there.
Oh the stories i have from work trips to texas and florida.