So, I had a firepit and firewood up on Freecycle and got a very nice message from a woman who had just moved to the city from the country and missed having a fire at night when it was cold. She was the first to respond so she got it. She sent her husband and who I assume was her son or a friend to get the wood. The older guy had asked about Boerboels because he saw my bumper sticker, so we introduced him to the girls. As we were putting the girls back in the house I see the younger guy…a tall, bald headed, tattooed, slightly angry looking guy. Maybe it’s because I’m Jewish and have a heightened sense of awareness or that I am older and remember when bald wasn’t a fashion statement, but rather a “political” statement, that my mind always goes to skinhead.
But it wasn’t that I was uncomfortable with the guy…I was more uncomfortable about my feelings about the guy without even knowing his history. It was a strange experience. As much as I’d like to say that I am open to every type of person, obviously I am not. I guess you could say I kind of draw the line at white supremacy. But I knew nothing about him. I had shunned him before knowing anything.