My friend Carl slouches at the wheel of his pickup truck. He slouches waiting at the checkout counter. I can pick him out in any darkened bar because of that slouch.
He told me when he was a little kid his father said, “If you don’t stand up straight I’m gonna pay two niggers from Trenton to chain your shoulders back.”
So began Carl’s education as a racist.
And he still has that slouch.
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