It all started innocently enough. Saturday night, I made a post on Facebook about Whitney Houston’s sudden death. “Really hope this is just a hoax” I said “but reports are that Whitney Houston has passed away.” Some friends and I commented about where we’d heard the reports, if the reports were credible and how sad that an incredible voice was silenced too soon.
My friend Bridgett, from Bavaria, stated that while she wasn’t a fan of Whitney Houston, even she had to say that the woman could sing like no other in her prime. Another friend, Lance, not knowing that Bridgett is from another country, made a comment that if Bridgett is from Pittsburgh, then she must only like boy bands and/or country western music. Another friend, Chrissy (and someone I’ve known since high school) said that Lance shouldn’t stereotype Pittsburghers and that she likes all kinds of music.
And that’s where the bomb went off. Lance is African American. Chrissy is Caucasian. Lance made a comment about how Pittsburghers are small minded and all Catholics are racists. When I made a comment, wondering aloud how my innocent remark spiraled into this, Lance told me to relax…and that we were FB friends FOR NOW.
I couldn’t relax about his statements. I just couldn’t. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m the least prejudicial person on the planet. My friends are all colors, shapes and sizes. Gay, straight, bi…doesn’t matter. Black or white or purple…who cares? I even went out with Lance a few times and he should know that even though we’re better off as friends, that I’m not like “all Catholics” or “whites”. I’m so completely opposite of how he feels.
I respect his feelings, but, it was so glaringly obvious that he wanted to start a fight. I sent him a private message telling him that I’d be happy to discuss this with him privately, but, that I had to remove him from my FB friends. I couldn’t have him putting that poison on my wall or trying to spread it. I’m too kind for my own good sometimes. I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and a second chance–we all need that from time to time.
I made an apology for the hate that was seen on my wall. I was going to delete the posts, but, why should I? Why should I have to censor myself on my own Facebook page? I hated what I saw and what I had to do.
I hate that someone I considered a friend thinks so little of me even more.