The Cuckoo Clan and the Geometry of the Burning Cross

Absurd Geometry Field Notes No. 4

Before the incident with the parents, there was the surgery.
She handed me her password book and, with the seriousness of someone preparing to die, explained that if she did not make it through the operation, I was to transfer the money from her bank account into mine, gather the important documents, and remove anything that might taint her legacy. It was one of the more intimate administrative duties anyone has ever assigned me. I told her not to worry. I would make sure to burn all of her Nazi memorabilia and clear her browser history of any weird porn searches.

She laughed extremely hard.

Notably, she did not deny any of it.

Later, I told her I wanted to meet her parents. She kept giving me excuses until finally admitting that they were racist.
I told her I had met plenty of racist people before and that they usually ended up liking me once they got to know me, which, I admit, is an awkward outcome for committed bigots, but not my concern.

Eventually, she agreed to let me meet them.
Then she canceled and said they had back pain.
I asked if it was from carrying the cross home from their KKK meeting.

Some people are too racist to meet.
Others are simply too fragile from the lifting.