Chris Timothy
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I went to school with a son of a Moroccan hash kingpin. We were very good friends, to the point that we could make really really awful racist jokes but it was okay because the love-'n-compassion intent was clear enough, as we had enough knowledge of genetics to know that biologically it's a non-issue anyway, etc.. We even used it as a tool to mess with school management and stuff.
Then a familial atomic bomb went off in my life, and I used Moroccan dude to offset some personal terror. It wasn't avoidable, but I still feel really really bad about it. So many mixed feelings. And of course heartfelt joyous childhood brotherhood comedy racism doesn't work on the International stage.
But maybe it should. Because nowadays it mostly boils down to feigned blindness and the resulting, repressed, emotional dishonesty. It's a difficult topic, but if one colour is shit, then the other colour is corpse.
Then a familial atomic bomb went off in my life, and I used Moroccan dude to offset some personal terror. It wasn't avoidable, but I still feel really really bad about it. So many mixed feelings. And of course heartfelt joyous childhood brotherhood comedy racism doesn't work on the International stage.
But maybe it should. Because nowadays it mostly boils down to feigned blindness and the resulting, repressed, emotional dishonesty. It's a difficult topic, but if one colour is shit, then the other colour is corpse.
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