It all just adds another layer of fretfulness and heartache to their small bereft lives because they can't stand the prospect of having to explain themselves - again - when their grandbabies see this in Social Studies class and ask "What the fuck, Nana?".
But y'know what?
When you're sick of the diversity training,
and the consciousness raising,
and the kneeling and the protests -
when it all gets to be just too much to bear, remember this:
Y'all coulda picked your own damned cotton and left those folks alone.
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