It was a warm sunny day in the state of California. The Dan van was loaded up with the precious cargo, sleeping supplies, and 4 happy-go-lucky passengers. Ling-ling, Jorge, Danal, and The Gay set out on their journey with hearts full of hope and naieve good intentions. These were not to last in the hills of Topanga.
Several hot hours of interstate 5 highway driving later the band of passengers arrived in those storied Malibu hills, wherein they were promptly greeted by the heiress of the property Blaqueline herself. What ensued was a night of light hearted drinking between the heiress and the intrepid van riders along with their trio of cohorts who drove up in a measly 4-door sedan: the Couple and the daughter of the van benefactor.
The next morning tell tale signs of the hidden evil within the resident property dwellers began to show in their thinly veiled illusion. At first it was the small things: fridge stocked with an abundance of avocado and toast, a meager collection of spices and seasonings, and the absence of even the most basic resemblance of a trash can. Still riding their blind trust in people the travelers engaged in playful banter with the girlfriend of Blaqueline’s father.
A non-native resident of the Los Angeles Valley with Barbie Girl blond hair and strictly lean cuisine diet legs, the girlfriend covered all the bases of small talk. Place of origin? Relation to Blaqueline?
Chosen career path? Going around the gathered members the question eventually landed on Ling-Ling to which he promptly replied computer science.
”Oh that makes sense!” replied she with a smile and glinting eyes.
”How so?” wondered Ling-Ling missing the blatant tell tale sign of his career choice in technology.
“Well because you’re Asian!” she cheerfully responded.
“But of course!” thought Ling-Ling. Looking at the woman before him, it was obvious how this conclusion was made. Just as all intelligent primates had learned to do, she had learned to draw conclusions from images she had seen in real life. An Asian computer scientist was a simple conclusion, in the same way one learns fire is hot, ice is cold, and that cigarettes and coffee help suppress appetite so you can fit into a size 0 dress.
”But this guy next to me is also a computer scientist but is not Asian!” countered Ling-Ling in an attempt to test her theory.
The woman smiled knowingly. “Ah. Yes but he looks like a nerd!” She confidently announced. The incredulous looks that met her caused her to furrow her brow. “But nerds are cool.“ She assured. “Why, I would love to be called a nerd.“
The group promptly abridged into a chant of ”Nerd. Nerd! NERD!”
The woman, satisfied in the assurance these children gathered before her recognized her intelligence, picked up her handbag shit zu and walked of with a grin.
From then on the hinted to racism continued to evolve into Racism. insults were threwn left and right without a care for repercussion or personal damage.
”Chocolate bar! Telletuby! Docksta! IKEA!“ hurtful names thrown like knives cutting against the grain of self confidence integral to each human being.
The final night in the late dark hours of Heiress Blaquelines trailer lit only by the faint string of hipster led lights dangling from the ceiling, confessions were made. Lying in the comfort of her bed gently caressed by the warm glow of alcohol and the caress of Chocolate Bar Jorge, she whispered for all to hear:
”I’m a racist.” And with that final declaration, she fell gently to sleep with the slightest of smiles dancing on her stoney face.
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