(I bet Renoir never imagined this gentleman and his Lady in Blue would be mentioned in the same breath)
So, I'm making conversation with folks and trying to appreciate and understand hunting, hunting dogs, etc. That's when I run into my new friend, "Shot." (Buckshot) Now, Shot is truly a good old Southern Boy. I couldn't understand most of what he said. (Steven likened him to Boomhower from "King of the Hill.") He had many interesting stories, and enjoyed sharing them. I was fine until he played a song on his cellphone with references to the Klan, sheets and burning crosses. I'm sure my face bore the same expression as when I watched the boar being brought into the party. Here's his picture with Steven. He didn't want to put his arm around Steven, so thus the pose:
People that know me understand that I am a bleeding heart liberal. So, for me to be faced with such blatant racism and bigotry was very disturbing. When I sat down to write this Blog, it wasn't my intent to criticize him, but more so to share a really awkward uncomfortable situation. Anyplace else, and I would have probably spoken up and against his ignorance. I don't think this was a place where I could have done that. I continued to speak to him, and basically walked away from it all feeling very sad. He's had a difficult life, and has done good by his family to the best of his ability. In another place or time, I would like to think I would have stood up for my beliefs. By not doing so, I feel like I wasn't true to myself; I let myself down by not speaking up. But the really sad part is that I don't think it would have made any difference.
So, while I'm smiling on the outside in this picture, there was turmoil on the inside. Luckily, the other two folks in this picture are the type of people I can "speak up" to and with. But, that's probably because they agree with me, and it's safe and easy.