Ya gotta forgive and forget, Brother.
My families were both like that. All people were just waaay more prejuduced in those days. If you are not willing to forget those sins, you’d have to toss out over half of the famous names in hot rodding and car customizing, and about 90% of custom motorcyclists.
My mother was born in Kentucky during the great depression. You can’t imagine how she used to talk when I was a small child. It all changed during the 70s.
By the time I met my current wife all of that stuff was ancient history. Everybody in the family had forgotten about it. Nobody even blinked when I brought my new wife to dinner.
This was 34 years ago when we first met and we will celebrate our anniversary next month.
<edit...Judy looks funny there because my boss was flirting with her. That's the company pot-luck lunch.
You can see that I am a blinding pale white guy and my wife is almost a full blooded Navajo. She taught elementary school for 32 years.
Anyhow the world has changed an enormous amount in my 68 years, and it’s still changing as fast as ever. You can't change history, but it helps to have perspective.
We used to see a lot of that here. Before the lizard overlords.
Nowadays it’s very rare. When I go to the skate parks, I see people skating, but I don’t see people painting.
The truth is that I live in a town that has a lot of old retired people and I live in a part of it that is very old by demographics standards. We just don’t have loose teenagers here doing graffiti.
In Fresno they have a law that makes them lock up all the spray paint and paint markers so kids won’t steal. This has made it even more expensive because of the labor to unlock it all the time, and so the price has gone up and up and up. And a $2 can of spray paint could be 7 to 8 dollars.
They never passed that law here in Clovis. When the weather clears I will take my bike out and see if I can find some local graffiti.
It’s like this Matti:
I own a fence. It’s bordering a narrow public park with grass and trees etc. Everybody who drives up and down the avenue, across from the greenery can see my fence.
It cost me $2500 just for the red paint to paint my fence. If somebody decides to paint a Rattfink on it I’m going to be upset. AND, because I am an old man with aching joints, and it took me a loooong time to paint that fence, I would take it personally.
Of course I would forgive and forget, but You clearly understand what it’s like to be provoked.
I well recall the Mickey Mao and Mickey Maoist posters. Funny stuff. I think it derived from a cartoon first published in the national lampoon magazine about 1969 but you know how art gets copied.
To everything there is a season.
