A great Night Out

So Kevin gets off work early and we go rent some movies and head up to our local watering hole for a couple brewskis. We're having a great time, watching TV, making fun of Gunga Din and generally enjoying each others company. That's when some guy comes over and starts talking to Kevin. First indication he was an asshole should have been when he didn't even say hello to me, as you generally do when you see a couple together...and kevin has never been up there alone...he's always with me....so anyone we meet up there it's a package deal...but I don't think anything out of the ordinary except he's kinda rude. Then they start talking about stuff and I notice Kevin's not including me in the conversation. Again not a real big thing. Sometimes he does that when he is talking to particularly asshole people that he knows I don't like anyway. They start talking about all kinds of stuff but he says something that strikes me so I decide to chime in. He says that anyone who hasn't been over in IRAQ fighting should have an opinion on it. So I turn around and say something to the effect that you don't have to have been there to have an opinion on it. We all pretty much agree we support the men and women over there fighting but as for the general opinions on why and if we should be there...if you have half a brain you should have an opinion...okay I didn't say the last part. But I did say that just because you haven't been there doesn't mean you can't have an opinion, and i cited my sister as an example. She's military. Served 4 years in the USMC. Just because she didn't go overseas and serve she isn't entitled to an opinion?

And you know what? He talks right over me. Like I wasn't even saying anything. For all he cared I was the wind whispering in his ears.

It turns out Kevin tells me later he's a fucking militia white supremacist asshole. That's right (sorry for all the expletives...I'm pissed) Apparently there were keywords I missed and Of course, Kevin, being a bald white man, knows. And people approach him as such. It's not the first time he's been mistaken for a "brother" even with me on his arm.

So I'm pissed to begin with cuz this asshole has treated me with about as much respect as a piece of lint on his sweater...then i find out he's a WHITE SUPREMACIST.... yea that makes it better...so I tell kevin how i feel and he can't understand. He cites to me the fact that he's been tear gassed before (while marching with AIM american Indian Movement) and I point out to him that he went in knowing the possible consequences. I didn't walk into a white supremacist bar. I walked into my HOME bar. My Cheers. Where everyone knows my name. And i was treated like a non-entity. I might as well have been the wind. I didn't even exist to this person.

And kevin says I shouldn't be so upset, and maybe I shouldn't. That only gives a man like that power over me. But it's easy for him to say never being in the situation I was in tonight. He will never know the "joy" of being singled out because your female or latino or any ethnicity whatsoever that isn't the Aryan ideal.

I know I'm being hard on Kevin and tomorrow I may regret it, but tonight I'm scarred by an encounter with a racist pig and I can't stop crying about it. I hate that he had that much power over me. I will be strong and I will not be ignored next time.

*hugs*