Brad Gosse

My Racist Gran Brad Gosse

The holidays are when we go. To grandmas house right through the snow. We love her turkey cannot lie. Until gran gets that look in her eye. One drink. Two drink. Three drink. Four. Grandma suddenly remembers the war. Remember why to keep a straight face. When light dinner conversation turns to race. Even while the gifts unwrap. Grandma won't shut up about the japs. Black people. Brown people. Polish or Jew. Our grandmother probably hates you. On the drive home our daddy will say. Remember we didn't bring you up that way. Dad claims to be an equality defender. Until the conversation, turns to gender