What is it about antique shops that I expect to find something racist around any corner?

After attending a meeting in Centralia, WA, some friends and I decided to check out a couple of the, what seemed to be an infinite amount of, antiques stores that make up the main street.

Upon entering the first store I felts a burst of cold air against my neck as if I were about to see a...

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...nother customer who must of entered without me noticing.

When I turned to find myself alone, I knew that tingling meant that I was about to see something racist.

I quickly turned to a friend and announced. "What is it about antique shops that I expect to find something racist around any corner?"

I looked to my right and immediate saw an Uncle Remus book proudly displayed on one of the antique chairs.  

I held off pointing it out because I though maybe I was reading too much into it, after planting the idea in my own head.

I saw several other items that walked to racial line...

But then I saw this...

Man, white people are messed up.

(Unfortunately my photojournalism genes didn't kick in until half way through this journey. Lesson learned.)

Matt Bunker

I started out with a goal of becoming a paid screenwriter. I had no interest in any other aspect of filmmaking. I received and scholarship to The Vancouver Film School's Writing for Film and Television program where I graduated in 2005. I fell in love with being on set during my first non-school produced short, . I loved being around all the creative people, seeing people having fun while working. The whole liking your job was a new world to me, so I decided to give it a shot. I volunteered for any project I could, doing what ever was needed. The set was my Film School this time. While working as a PA on a feature I was informed that the DP wanted the three tallest PAs to help out in the grip and electric department. That is when I found the department that felt like the best fit for me while I continued to write.