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Tuesday, August 12, 2008  
Little Bigotry
Generally speaking, I am not a prejudiced person and save for a few instances related to graduating from UCLA, I would never want anyone to think I'm racist or bigoted. My interests, intellectual, music, movies and otherwise, span different cultures from around the world. However, in some contexts, no matter how hard you try to avoid it, you will be labeled as a racist or a bigot. Certain locales and venues are traps for the timid caucasian.

One such venue is Roscoe's Chicken n' Waffles. While the neighborhood not akin to Beverly Hills is a welcome atmosphere change, the employees sniff an outsider a mile away. When chitlins is on the menu, and you've never lived in Biloxi, you know you're out of your element. Upon ordering the only thing you should order at a place where the entree is in the title of the restaurant, I was questioned about my meat preference.

"White or dark meat?" To which I immediately responded, "White." I don't actually prefer white meat, it's just what I decided to blurt out at that moment.

"White.....I mean dark."
"..."
"Mixed, do you have mixed?"
"Yes, we mix white and dark."
"Ok mixed then. Both white and dark....together."

Under typical circumstances, my immediate response in favor of the Aryan meat would have gone unnoticed but at a loaded eatery such as Roscoe's Chicken n' Waffles, I felt the eyes of every patron on me. In all likelihood, however, no one noticed or cared what cut of chicken I ordered. Some of them probably ordered white meat themselves. But, as a natural egotist, I could not help but feel that my dramatic shift to a mixed plate was a step forward in 21st century civil rights. The likes of which not seen since the black and white cookie or an Obama/Gore ticket.

In truth, the chicken alongside the waffles worked well together, and perhaps that is the true integration, across food groups, rather than within species. Have other caucasians come to this ridiculous epiphany upon dining at Roscoe's? It's possible...but not probable. What is more alarming is the fact that these inane thoughts have crossed my mind. When people from West Virginia with regards to voting for Obama say, I kid you not, "Ah don't feel comfortable votin' foh a black man or a Muslim," it's no surprise that we still have to think about white vs. dark meat.

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