A twenty-one year old, white male is walking in downtown Chicago. He is approached on the street corner by two “mid-thirty-ish” black women, pro-offering him a flyer.
“No, thank you,” he says. “I don’t accept flyers from anyone.”
“But these have information about Barack Obama’s Inauguration in them”, the leader of the two said.
“Thank you, but no. I don’t accept flyers from anyone.”, he restated.
“RACIST!”, shouted the lead woman.
“Excuse me?”, said the white male. “Did you just call me a racist?”
“Oh, yes I did. You’re just mad because the greatest President in the United States is a BLACK MAN!”
“M’am, my mother taught me that racism was the practice of judging people, or their actions, on the basis of color. If my mother is right, and she normally is, then YOU would be the racist. And I cannot judge anyone – black or white – on the job of POTUS when they have not even served one day in office.”
The young, white male turns to walk away, but he turns back one more time and says, “Things won’t change until the quietest become the example.”
He then shook his head and walked quietly away.