A couple of years ago, I went back home to Alexander City, Alabama, about an hour's drive south and east of Birmingham. I don't go home much anymore, but my mom still lives there, along with a few old friends. I was eating at a local restaurant when a white family came in and sat down a few tables away. Their son was about three years old and had a high, loud voice, the kind that grabs your attention. He kept pointing at me.
"Who's that nigger, Daddy?" he said. "Who's that nigger over there?"
I tried to ignore him, but that was impossible.
"Who's that nigger, Daddy?"
I've been trying to ignore insults...