One memory I have is this one incident where a group of my
coworkers and I were socializing, and someone burst out asking why do black
people love fried chicken. I found that to be very disurbing. I angrily replied
that all blacks don’t like chicken. My grandfather for example is one. I have
never seen him eat a piece of chicken.
I was a bit upset because I felt attacked out of the entire
group. She made an assumption on what
she thought blacks liked. Once I gained control of my feelings I
realized that she didn’t mean any harm. She was curious to know what was so
special about friend chicken.
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