two days ago i spent a half an hour on the phone with a member of the ku klux klan. i had called to set up an interview with him, and when he called me back, he seemed to want to chat.
i had spent some time earlier in the day looking at lynching photos, so i was surprised by how pleasant this guy was. especially since, after some conversation, it came out that he thought i was chinese. oh, that sneaky last name of mine!
he asked me to reassure the japanese reporter who is going to interview him. “i know she might be a little nervous coming down here to meet with a white supremacist. but we’ve got something called southern hospitality.”
then i went online this morning and had a good conversation with an internet café owner in baghdad that i chat with sometimes. there weren’t any power outages today, so it was a nice long talk. apparently there’s no running water anywhere in baghdad right now, because somebody blew up a treatment center. but he said that, after things are safer there, i should come visit.
they’ve got something called iraqi hospitality.
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