Racism Rant *foul language alert*

First off I am not entirely black, heck; most people that have known me for years ask me what I am. Let me break it down simply, I am mixed with Black, Spanish, Asian Indian and a smidgen of white. Now, racism is a touchy subject, most people think it’s gone, and when asked, most just turn their heads. I grew up in the MD/DC area, with fellow blogger and writer Troy Allen. To be honest, I have never experienced racism when I was living up there. Our high school, our neighborhoods, our places of work was all mixed. I mean there was internal racism, black vs. Puerto Rican and such madness like that but for the most part, never been discriminated because of the color of my skin. Now, fast forward ten years and by the grace of Satan I live in a redneck part of S.C. This is the place where all the blacks are forced to work fast food; the Latinos work in back rooms of restaurants. These are the type of fucks that think the South won the War and Jefferson Davis is the leader of this fair country. I did not move down here a racist man, I loved and hated everyone the same but people, if you are exposed to enough racism, does that make you so? Every day I live here, I hate the populace more and more. Everyone of these fucks look the same, big SUV’s, tied back hair with sunglasses inserted, sandals with socks, and that God Dam smug expression that they are better than everyone else. You think I like it when I get looked at like a fucken zoo animal? And don’t get me started when you pull up to one of them and you are driving a better whip then they are, they get fucken red in the face. I pray to see Black people, any kind, I don’t care. I pray to see someone else who does not have fucken blond hair. Now people don’t get me wrong, my wife is white but Jesus fucken Yosemite Christ, these people need to learn that blacks have been freed, the North won the war and an African American has been elected president. Maybe these fucken yahoos will wake up, step outside their trailer, look at their sister/wife and say maybe, just maybe, I will graduate high school, get a promotion at the Piggly Wiggly and put the tires back on that old Z35 Iroc Camaro. Or maybe they will just continue fucking their own sister, either way, I need to get the hell out before you find me hanging from a tree. And oh yea, to everyone that this concerns, camouflage should not be worn to a fancy restaurant and take down those dam McCain signs.