i love driving my kids home after school. we always have the best conversations in my truck on our way back home. today we were talking about various normal things on our normal route home when adam said something that freaked me out. he asked one simple question … “dad, why are there men on top of the shenandoah elementary school roof wearing white robes and putting on white hoods?” i slammed on my brakes and screamed “they were wearing what?”
as a group the klu klux klann simply infuriates me. we live in a world that has plenty of evil in it but the k.k.k. is one of the groups that drives me the craziest. to my knowledge i don’t actually know anybody in the k.k.k. and i’ve never had any first hand experience with them but that group just causes my blood to boil. maybe it’s because the first church i ever worked at was a black church. maybe it’s that they take the image of my faith and turn it into an image of hate. maybe it’s the fact that i believe treating someone created in the image of GOD as inferior is one of the worst things you can ever do. whatever the reason the the k.k.k. infuriates me and thus hearing adam’s description of what the people on the roof were wearing i had to do something. i did a “u”ie and headed back to the school to face the vermin.
i’m not real sure what i thought i was going to do. i mean i had my kids with me. really, it’s not like i could have said “leave this place or i’m going to make you leave, only please leave my kids out of this.” of course, i wasn’t thinking real straight. all i knew was that evil was visibly present in my neighborhood and i had to do something about it. i sped back to the school blind with rage. i was so blind in fact that i turned in the wrong direction of the one-way school parking lot. it was in that parking lot that i saw my enemy.
did you know that painters often wear white coveralls and white hats? it appears that shenandoah elementary’s awning is being painted and there are a bunch of painters dressed in white working on the roof. i really don’t think the painters appreciated me yelling at them but i was still blind with rage.