I grew up in Kentucky in the 80s and I grew up calling it a racial slur… and there was no shame around my neighborhood in calling it that because that’s just what it was called. I had no idea what the word meant until years later and now looking back on it I’m disgusted at all of the adults in my neighborhood who let us call it that.
Last week I watched O Brother Where Art Thou with my almost 10 year old daughter and at one point in the movie after it had been said a few times my daughter turned an looked at me and asked “What does ‘negro’ mean?”… and with that I feel like I’ve done a good job at stopping institutional racism in my family line.













I was a deckhand on a tug boat for 1 year when I was 18.
Among my coworkers I had the most teeth, the least number of arrests, the least number of ex wives, and the least number of tattoos. I also was involuntarily involved in a felony that ended with one of my coworkers attempting to rape me. Also, working on the river during winter really sucked. Oh, and part of the job involved cleaning fertilizer out of empty barges, so now I have periodic chest scans to look for cancer. One of my other coworkers also tried to light a cigarette whole we were sweeping up the fertilizer dust.
I understood the value of a college education after that year.