The Runner

She was spending the night at her girlfriend’s house again. Her girlfriend’s family was originally from The South, as her mom always said. They didn’t have accents like the people on Hee Haw, though, that her mom also said were from The South. The Olympics were on TV and her girlfriend’s family was very interested in the games. She started talking to her friend about the runners in the races they were watching. The friend’s mom was saying that it really wasn’t fair to have black people and white people run in races against one another. She didn’t understand this, because her mom had always told her that people were the same, no matter what color their skin was. She asked her friend why it wasn’t fair, did she think? Being a year older, and having grown up somewhere else first before coming to where they lived now, her friend knew a lot more things than she did. “Black people are built way different than white people,” came the answer “on account of their hip sockets not being the same as for whites, so they can run faster than white folks.” She thought about this for a minute, then she asked “So that means that black people are better than white people, right?” Her friend rolled her eyes, and let out a big sigh “You are so stupid” was all her friend said.