I felt like I was standing there right next to you--desperate to say something, do something, that would hold that man accountable and make him never say that word again. Yet I don't know what that magic word or magic action could be.
Do we just give up on insecure, hateful little people like that man? How do we stop this cycle of innocent babies being raised to be hateful racist pricks?
And what about the loved ones in our lives who have to suffer? Why do they have to be the one to grow "thick skins" to withstand these horrible actions?
I wish I had answers.