Yesterday my husband and I attended a spring training game – the Oakland A‘s vs the Chicago Cubs – down in Phoenix near the zoo.
It is a tradition for us to attend a spring training game on St. Patrick’s Day, and since the rail has been developed in the valley, we drove into Mesa and parked and then caught the Metro for the ballpark.
My husband is a huge baseball fan, and he goes to several games with a longtime friend and former coworker, but lately, I only go to the St. Pat’s game with them, and then I am the official designated driver.
The game was much fun with the A’s coming from behind and winning in the last inning.
Upon arriving back at our friend’s home, there were several vehicles, and the friend invited us in to meet a few neighbors and family from back east who were over at their home for a St. Patrick’s Day party.
All of the people, including the friend and his wife are over 70 years old, and the family members are snowbirds.
The friend handed my husband a beer and a diet cola for me, and we were introduced to a smiling and happy little group of retirees.
We hadn’t been seated for more than 5 minutes when the talk turned to President Obama and then the tone of the gathering changed from happy to hate.
The N-word flowed freely, along with Kenyan, Muslim and Socialist traitor.
The friend’s wife screamed at one point, looking directly at me, about how much she hates Obama and that N-word wife of his, and that N-words don’t belong in “high places”.
This woman dropped out of school in the 4th grade, yet somehow she feels superior to Michelle and Barack Obama because she’s white.
They talked about that N-word in the White House being born in Kenya and how he somehow faked a birth certificate and lied about being raised in Hawaii.
They talked about that dirty N-word being a Muslim and the friend’s wife screamed again that someone should send that N-word family back to Kenya with the rest of the Muslims.
I have never been in a group of Teapartiers before, and it was shocking and appalling, but also very sad and disheartening.
I’ve never been surrounded by such hate and the friend’s wife invited us to stay for dinner of corned beef and cabbage, but by then, my appetite was gone.
These are people who have a gay daughter, and that daughter has a partner and they adopted a little boy of African American heritage, and they dote on that grandbaby and provide everything for him.
Their walls and mantles are strewn with the grandson’s photos and they are so proud of him.
Then Donald Trump’s name came up, and the friend’s wife shouted that Trump is a F-word – the derogatory term for a gay man.
My husband and I sat in stunned silence, and he downed that beer and then we fled that hate-filled atmosphere.
On the drive home, I told my husband that the friend and his wife are no longer friends to me and that I never want to see them again.
We have been close to the friend and former coworker for over 25 years, and my husband isn’t in a hurry to lose that friend, but he was very bothered by the incident, too.
Today I am feeling so sad because I’ve lost a longtime friend, but I cannot be a friend to people who are racist bigots and filled with such unbelievable hate.
I regret accepting the invitation to meet these Teapartiers as it ruined what had been a perfect day in the sun watching one of America’s favorite past times.
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