What Is It About Antique Shops That Make Me Expect Something Racist Around Any Corner???
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Date: 1/14/2013
After attending a meeting in Centralia, WA, some friends and I decided to check out a couple of, what seemed to be an infinite amount of, antique stores that make up the main street.
Upon entering the first store I felt a burst of cold air against my neck as if I were about to see a...
...Another customer who must have 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 immediately saw an Uncle Remus book proudly displayed on one of the antique chairs.
I held off pointing it out because I thought maybe I was reading too much into it, after planting the idea in my own head.
I saw several other items that walked the racial line...
But then I saw this...
Man, white people are messed up.
(Unfortunately, my photojournalism genes didn't kick in until halfway through this journey. Lesson learned.)
