No, not to KOTK, not yet anyways.
To the state of South Carolina.
No, not yet either. But getting closer.
People ask me why. Charleston is one of the most gorgeous places on the earth, why would you want to leave?
Have you seen and/or read The Help?
Okay, you know how the white women were always talking smack about the black women right in front of them, not even thinking about it or even caring about it?
That's how I'm made to feel almost every day in the lovely state of South Carolina. Almost anytime I venture out of my home, at some social gathering, at the workplace (although more rarely now that I have pointed it out to them), in the grocery store, in a doctor's waiting room, I am treated the way the black women in the movie/book were (are).
Because my skin is white. Because my hair is gray. Because I am middle aged. Because I reside in the South.
I have had my very core beliefs denigrated, attacked and vilified.
To my face.
And the people who do that simply EXPECT that I agree with them.
Or if I don't, too bad, I shouldn't be one of those people any ways.
I just want to live where there is some respect. Where you don't just expect that everyone agrees with you merely by the fact that they look like you or live near you.
That's all. I'm tired be being called names.
So tired that I can't even defend myself anymore. It's not even worth it. So I smile, detach myself from the conversation and walk away.
But your vile, poisonous words are still ringing in my ears.