Dr Laura Schelissnger to end talk show after 30 years, cites wanting freedom to be racist

[DallasApple]

Originally Posted by Kathryn

Errrr, no, I do not expect people to put up with listening to the N word.

What I was saying is that if one is interracially married, which is a voluntary position to be in, one should expect some CURIOSITY about it from some people, and be gracious about it.

And if one calls Dr Laura, one should expect her to be rude and inflammatory.

I'm not about to sit here and DEFEND Dr Laura in general - I think she's basically a pretty awful person, as I've stated repeatedly.

On that topic my husband calls me N****er all the time..Adn Im white as snow..(like Im not black) ..he means it in a very very low way..Same as when he says "your just like your mother"..he doesnt mean that as a compliment..(my mother is white)

I think the word N***ger is something I was taught NOT to say..Now that Im older and things have changed..I understand the difference of it being used in a different way..It sitll sort of "pierces my ears"..It rubs me the wrong way ..I never even heard that word till I was 12 or 13 or so..They said "black people"..Then as I got older it was N...ya know..It was never a "good thing"..with good situations..

Even though my mother always woud get tispy on whatever she was drinking and say "I love black people they have soul" and play stuff like Sammy Davis Jr...LOL!!The Candy Man Can!!!

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[DallasApple]

See Im not just telling stories..I think my family knew that black people were "people" before other people did in some basic ways..And I came form Alabama I was born in late 60's../

Its not like I think they deserve a "reward" Im just glad my family had some common sense on that one..That word N..I never heard like I said untill I started getting older and more out of the house..My parents would have never said that..

But my "favorite " story on "black and white" in my family is ..When my grandfather died..Blue(YES his nickname was Blue because he was so black he loooked blue)..He was friends with my grandfather..He (Blue) requested to be a pall bearer ...at my grandfathers funeral..They LOVED each other..There was no "n***ers...And so he was a pall bearer at my grandfathers funeral..Amongs the times of white against black in those days..

My grandfatehr wouldn't have said that word..

I understand now its like more like YO my *****! (like a friend)..but it doesnt roll off my tounge well and I still have to be really really drunk to say it friendly..

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Dallas

[DallasApple]

Originally Posted by Kathryn

Errrr, no, I do not expect people to put up with listening to the N word.

What I was saying is that if one is interracially married, which is a voluntary position to be in, one should expect some CURIOSITY about it from some people, and be gracious about it.

And if one calls Dr Laura, one should expect her to be rude and inflammatory.

I'm not about to sit here and DEFEND Dr Laura in general - I think she's basically a pretty awful person, as I've stated repeatedly.

I understand..
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Dallas

[DallasApple]

Im WAY too white..LOL!!!

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[Smoke]

Originally Posted by DallasApple

Im WAY too white..LOL!!!

I used to know an African-American Muslim woman who called me "n*****" all the time. I took it as a compliment, but I was never fool enough to try to return the compliment.

[DallasApple]

Originally Posted by Smoke

I used to know an African-American Muslim woman who called me "n*****" all the time. I took it as a compliment, but I was never fool enough to try to return the compliment.

X-Actly!

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[Kathryn]

The first time I remember getting in trouble (my dad yelling at me) was when I was about five and I called my little brother the N word. I didn't even know what it meant! I was just chasing him around the car in the church parking lot chanting "N*gger, N*gger, N*gger!" and the next thing I knew my dad had grabbed me and pushed me up against the car and was holding my face in his hand and looking fiercely into my eyes. He said in a very low voice, "I never, EVER want to hear that word come out of your mouth again, young lady."

Scared the crap out of me. But it made an impression!

My parents, who were also raised in the rural South, were never prejudiced and did not allow prejudice in our household. My dad was military, so we had friends of all races and nationalities, and since my parents loved to entertain, we often had a wide variety of people over on the weekends. We used to have a big circle of friends - black, white, hispanic, you name it - who were military families and we'd all go camping together in the Shenandoah mountains - rent a big cabin and just hang out together for a week or so.

My parents' families were from rural Arkansas. Some of the black families who lived there were either sharecroppers and/or descendents of slaves who were owned by my father's family. They all grew up together, black and white kids, picking cotton and peas and watermelons and peaches together on that big farm. When we went "home" to the farm for holidays or summer, we'd often attend the local black churches and family events - funerals, weddings, graduations, etc. We considered the black families from around there as much family as our other cousins. The family maid who raised my father considered me her little white grandbaby, and spoiled me absolutely rotten. I loved her as dearly as I loved my own grandmother. I will never forget sitting in the kitchen on the counter and watching her make chocolate bread pudding - she always used to let me "help" and I always got to lick the bowl!

It was great. I had a fabulous, multicultural childhood.