Somehow That Makes Me Racist, Part I

I bought myself an ice scream stand, that kind that every small town has, and summer was coming quickly, so I needed workers, and fast. But I did my due diligence, I checked into people’s backgrounds, found one man was an illegal, so I had to turn the man down. I can’t afford the fines I’d pay, and there are people living here living up for a part time job to assuage their own money fears. But word got out an activists came and had a conniption fit, they claimed that just following laws somehow makes me a racist? In the first week I ran that place I made money hands over fist, the joint had been closed for some years, there was pent-up demand for this. Most of my employees did well, but one of them always came late, and one or twice he smelled of pot, on my nerves he began to grate. Every moment he wasn’t there cost me money and customers, they come to spend their hard-earned cash so decent service is deserved. I fired him and then he claimed that I was ‘white supremacist,’ that wanting punctuality somehow makes me a racist?! One day my daughter’s school did hold a career day for the parents, my place is popular in town so I agreed to it and went. I told the students to do you you’d need a plan and much hard work, after I was done the teacher looked at me like I was a jerk. Afterwards she got up and said, “It doesn’t always work that way. Some people are just to oppressed, I think they too should have their say.” She was encouraging failure, and afterwards at me she spit, “Expecting hard work to pay off is a hurtful lie, and racist!” CONCLUDES IN PART II.