No. I was born in 1977.
Oh, I was under the impression you were much older.
Anyway I was born in
1980 and even I know that "boy" reflects the treatment of blacks in the racist South.
Dude, how could I have ever known something as innocuous as saying "boy", (which to me, is on par with "dude", "guy," "man", etc) would ever contain such overtones?
By paying attention to the world around you? Look, I'm a white guy from whiter-than-white rural Minnesota, and even I knew about it. I can't for the life of me imagine how you could live your whole life and not know that.
Alright, alright. I can see that you were truly ignorant and that you've apologized. I guess it was just one of those racist-appearing things that white folks like ourselves occasionally blunder into. I apologize for the assumption of bad faith on your part.
Its one of those things that some people, at the end of themselves, try as sort of a "last resort." But I don't think that accounts for people who actually have had a moment with God.
Well, it wouldn't, but to me when you say "people who actually have a moment with God" you're talking about a sample size of zero.
I just got back from my wife's grandfather's funeral, which was last saturday, and since he died slowly, there was plenty of time for God-bother- from the hospice nurse quoting Bible stories to the old-timey religion of his Masonic memorial service. And it really brought home to me what a scam all that stuff is.
There was also plenty of time for me to observe the best that human people have to offer - a family who drew strength from their love for one another, a family patriarch whose whole life was the nurturing and development of his family. A man, indeed, who loved his wife especially, and so much that he literally killed himself taking care of her. (He was 96, and she'd had a few strokes and was in a bad way last year. The strain on him as primary caregiver - they were fiercely proud and independent - was responsible for his failed health.)
You can tell which I was more interested in. It remains astounding to me that with such strength and love on display, anybody at all would be interested in fairy stories about heaven and Jesus. That maudlin sentiment pales significantly beside the vastness of human love that I observed that week.