A man bought an old Methodist church and made it a library. I went in there and the librarian was griping about the fact that there was an Hispanic food aisle in Walmart. She wanted all those people to leave and go back to Mexico. A whole lot of them were born here.
She went on about how much it bothered her. I didn't tell her that the name of this state, before it was Texas, was "Mexico".
She made me sick with her hate, so I left. I thought librarians were supposed to be in favor of education. Not in this shit hole.
I went to a book club meeting and told a woman about that, and she said "But she's not from Texas." I said, "Oh, so it's OK to hate Mexicans and blacks if you're not from Texas?" No answer.
I quit going to the book club too.
There was a black woman in the book club that was a volunteer at the library and she said she quit because she got in arguments all the time with that woman. Sheesh.
I got two free books at the last book sale, in a box out by the curb. They were about uppity women: Margaret Mead-Blackberry Winter my early years, and Here Comes Bella! about Congresswoman Bella Abzug.
Where I grew up they had an excellent library with limit of 6 books if you were a kid. You had to be 12 to go in the adult stacks. I couldn't find enough books thick enough in the kids' section to keep me busy because I was a fast reader. I started reading when I was three.
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