Racism abroad This happened in Levanto Italy. We stayed for two nights to visit Cinque Terre (should’ve skipped). By far the most racist-in your face experience I’ve ever came across in my life. We went to a restaurant in the evening called La Mela. We were greeted with a dirty look and sat at a table with paralysed bugs falling all over us and our food from …
Using the Phenomenology of Farts to Teach My Son About Racism My son is ten, and recently he asked me something about racism. And in the middle of it, he farted. “Dad, with racism, are there like, y’know, different typ—BRRRRRrrrrRRRRppp.” Breaker of winds, first of his name, my son has no self-consciousness about producing some natural energy. For him, the sound of flatus rippling flesh is a precious gift,…