The Endless Accusation

This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one every week.

I’ve fired over 1,000 people in my career, but every single time I fired a black person, “I was racist” — never mind that a few of my best, long-term employees were black. It was guaranteed drama whenever I reprimanded or fired a black person. There’s no end to it.

Even outside of my professional life, it’s the same thing. For years, I had a single black mother as a neighbor. She seemed like a nice lady. For a time, her 11-year-old son and my 8-year-old daughter would play together. However, my wife and I noticed that every time the kid played in our daughter’s room, he’d close the door and lock it. We kept asking him to stop, and said he wouldn’t be welcome to play in our daughter’s room anymore if he didn’t. The kid ignored us. My wife thought she’d have a nice conversation with his mom. We mistakenly thought she’d understand, being a parent herself, why we didn’t want an 11-year-old boy locked in our 8-year-old daughter’s room, right?

All hell broke loose. The mom said that we were racist for not trusting her son. So that was the end of that except for the dirty looks every time we saw them outside our homes. A few years later, I caught the same boy sneaking into my house trying to steal our gaming console. Guess what the mom accused us of again?