Recently, I found a great incentive to get into serious
exercise. Of course I already have one, which is to Stay Alive.
However, I found a better one when I helped out at the DAV booth in the park on July 5th.
When I walked around during the slow time I bought an Obama Poster and walked past the booth and put it on the driver’s side window of my car.
It was nowhere near the booth. I barely got back to the booth and sat down when a fellow working his lunch truck a little ways off came over and told me that someone would bust my window with that sign in it, that Obama was a Moslem and a lot of other garbage.
I come unglued under fire but did not get up and get in his face since he didnot say he would break my window, Instead, I fired off the a really terrible verbal barrage of missiles. Two other DAV guys joined in the barrage and the guy retreated.
After awhile I left to make some flyers to put out about our need for DAV drivers. When I came back another DAV member who I highly admire had sat down to help at the booth. He happened to be black and another black
guy who I have seen but don't know had also arrived. I sat down by my friend. The lunch truck guy was really glaring now. It was as though I could read his mind and his prejudice.
After awhile I left again to distribute some flyers away from the park and to visit another black friend who helps me distribute flyers. When I told him about the incident at the DAV booth, he said the Klan was strong in Pahrump.
This idea so infuriated me. I decided to go back to the park one more time and walk past this guy and see if he would make a move against me. Seeing as I am 74 with a number of health problems, I made what may seem like a foolish decision. I was so enraged that I did not care that a fight with this much younger and strong looking guy would probably mean my death. It was crazy, but maybe I thought of it as a good way to die. I looked directly into his eyes when I walked past him and he started again with his insults.
I stopped and said, "Hey Klan man where is yourcloak and hood that you usually hide behind.
He did not make a move toward me, and we traded a few more insults. I ended up getting the last word and making an impression on him though.
When he first came to the DAV table and started everything, he mentioned he had a son fighting in Iraq. My final words to him were, "While your son is fighting for freedom in Iraq, why are you trying to destroy freedom here.”
He could not answer that and I walked back to the booth.
How I would love to really get into shape and challenge that guy to make the first move. It is probably impossible. Even my fingers feel like they are all getting arthritis in most of the fingers on both hands. Maybe I could like Samson be granted my strength back one more time.
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