Racism is Okay if You Keep It In Your Own House

My parents and I and my uncle are all in the den. I'm working on my microbiology midterm. My mother brings up the idea of Oprah running for president.

"That's just what we need, another nigger in the White House," my uncle says.

I am leaning over the bottom freezer, grabbing a Coke Zero, when I say, "Hey, easy with the racial slurs."

My mother defends her brother, "This is a private residence."