Somehow That Makes Me Racist, Part Ii

...I have a next door neighbor who is not the same color as me, but I never much thought of that, he easy-going, friendly. We both got along well-enough, until his sister did move in, and brought along a yapping dog who’s barking was as loud as sin. I put up with this for some weeks, then I went over there and asked if they could keep him in at night, in the sister’s eyes anger flashed. She claimed I hated ‘black people,’ that was why I was doing this, treating them like normal neighbors somehow made me a racist?! On days off I do like to hike, like to go to the great outdoors, the quiet of a mountainside lifts the stresses that I abhor. But then I saw an article claiming going off to the woods was somehow racist in itself, and that doing so wasn’t good. At this point I just rolled my eyes, the truth was abundantly clear, these people had no principles, just sought to rule us all through fear, If all is racist, nothing is, and if this woke bullsh-t persists, the only people worth knowing will be ones that they call racist.