“I don’t feel comfortable sending my daughter to school with people who could be infected with ebola.”
“Really concerns me. I don’t want to keep my boy out of school.”
“Tell us when we come into the door. Don’t smile in my face and have a secret like that.”
“Anybody from that area should just stay there until all this stuff is resolved. There’s nobody affected here; let’s just keep it that way.”
“I think for another couple weeks. I don’t think it would hurt, I mean you have a lot of children that are involved, so I don’t think it would hurt.”
“That area.”
Please kill me.
I don’t feel comfortable sending MY kid to school with a bunch of people who are this fucking dumb. I don’t feel comfortable sending MY kid to school if yours is being raised by somebody who thinks Rwanda and Liberia are the same country because Africa, never mind the two billion sources of information on everything to do with Ebola being available right now. I don’t feel comfortable exposing MY child to the highly contagious disease known as middle-class white smug horseshit, which is fucking airborne, and EVERYWHERE.
Once and for all the marbles, do not cloak your own chickenshittedness in concern for your kids. They don’t deserve to bear the burden of justifying your opinions, your racism, your compassionless shrugging off of your goddamn obligation to live like a grownup. They don’t need this kind of “concern,” they don’t want it, and it is not their job to be your reason for being a fucking asshole.
OWN YOUR SHIT. You want to run fraidy-cat style from every black person you see and act all relieved that now you can call it some kind of public health initiative instead of your usual “furriners is weird, Ethel” mental shorthand? You just do that, and leave your kids out of it. They’re going to have plenty to overcome as it is, being raised by you.
A.