I'm sixty-two years old and was raised in a family of bigots. I have a sister. So, it didn't take long before I first heard the statement, "If she ever brings home a (fill in the pejorative - based, of course, on color of skin and/or ethnicity), I'll kill him." Do you know how many times I've heard that statement or statements very much like it in sixty-two years? Well, neither do I. I just know it's too many.
About week ago, while standing in the cereal aisle at my local Safeway, there were two manly men talking at each other and, wouldn't you know it, one was talking to the other about his daughter. And, again, wouldn't you know it, he said those infamous words, "If she brings home a "n-word" - would it mean the same if I wrote, "if she brings home an "n-word" - I'll kill him."
I'm five feet two inches tall as well as being sixty-two years old. The shorter of these two guys had at least eight inches in height on me. I think that my age equaled the sum of theirs. Consequently, for these very legitimate reasons, I kept the fire inside inside.
Let me say that, yes, I overheard them, but I'm quite certain that the people at the deli overheard them as well. I wasn't trying to listen to what they were saying, I was merely looking for a box of Frosted Flakes.