Go Ahead and Call Me Cracker

Jackie Barclay
USA

Years ago, I had a run-in at a convenience store with a black woman who apparently hated me because I’m white. I didn’t know the woman and had never gone to that store before but she started calling me a huzz, a bitch, etc. Just when I was getting angry enough to call her a n*****, she called me a Cracker. That one caught me up short and I burst out laughing and said, “Yeah, well, I’m a Ritz,” and walked out of the store.

So “Cracker” doesn’t bother me. There are dozens of flavors of crackers, all delicious. And that taught me to refuse to let anyone make me ashamed of my European heritage.


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