Hearing Afrocity’s story about the dancing dumbass reminds me of a conversation that I had with a lady at my wife’s high school reunion.

I was surprised to find her there, as she had made no secret of the fact that she couldn’t wait to graduate and get the hell out of racist Arkansas. So she had. Moved to Boston to live with the enlightened.

So I asked her why she had moved back.

Her answer?

“Down here the bigots are up front and open. You know who they are and can avoid them like the plague they are. Up there they smile to your face and then stab you in the back.

I like them better out in the open and identifiable.”