Editor's Note: this submission contains fictional characters using racial, ethnic, gender- or orientation-based slurs.
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Bobby Watson hated being called Bobby. When he started high school, he insisted that everyone call him Robert instead. Unfortunately, the other black kids called him Bob and the white kids still called him Bobby. Even his mother still called him Bobby. The only person to call him Robert was his girlfriend Kayleen.
Bobby thought Robert better personified the image that he was trying to project. He was a dapper little black man; maybe 5'7" and 145 pounds. He dressed impeccably and strutted around like George Jefferson used to strut on The Jeffersons. He personified the 'small man syndrome' just like George or a chihuahua dog; small stature, big mouth know-it-all.
Most of the other black kids tolerated Bobby for two reasons: 1) he was also black, and 2) his girlfriend was the hottest black chick in school, maybe even the hottest girl in school, period. Kay was 5'3" tall and had a perfect body with beautiful caramel-colored skin. When she wore tight jeans or a short skirt, it was enough to tempt any male, regardless of age or color. Kay was just an average student, but she was an excellent artist. She could draw and paint anything from landscapes to portraits to buildings to animals.
Bobby really had no hidden talents. His snappy attire and overinflated ego were his claim to fame. But he had Kay, and all the other guys had to acknowledge that.
When they graduated from MLK High School in Detroit, they were married the following summer. Kay began doing artwork for an online catalog and Bobby began working for a construction company. When that was too hard, he moved to a plumbing company. And then to a landscape company. And then to a . . . . . You get the idea. Nothing quite fit what his skill level.
Over the first five years of their marriage, Bobby never held a job for more than six months, so they had to count more on Kay's catalog artwork to sustain them and to keep Bobby in his snappy clothes. Bobby believed that the reason for being unable to keep a job was because none of the jobs were in management, which is where he truly felt his expertise was,
And then one day, he saw an online advertisement for a clerical supervisor for the Weber Coal Company near Paducah, Kentucky. Little did he know that the job was his for just showing up for the interview. The company had apparently been getting some flack from the federal government for not having enough minorities in management positions within the company so they created a job with the sole intention of filling it with a minority, regardless of the person's qualifications. The job was basically just a clerical job with the added responsibility of scheduling the other clerks' vacations, lunch hours, etc.
Weber was so happy to hire the young black man that they offered him the use of a two-bedroom trailer for only $100 per month in one of their trailer parks. The company had several such parks throughout the state to house their miners and retirees.
Bobby strutted into his apartment that evening and announced to Kay that he had just accepted a job as one of the bosses of the Weber Coal Company and they were moving to Kentucky. Since Kay could do her job from anywhere, she began packing their meager possessions.
A few weeks later, with all of their possessions in a small rental trailer pulled by their five- year-old Ford Focus, they pulled into the Shady Hollow Trailer Park. After living in Detroit their whole lives, both of them were pleased with the initial sight of their new home. As they drove into the park, Kay noticed that the park had one main street with two cross streets and appeared to have 30 to 40 trailers of all makes and sizes. The largest trailers were standard two bedroom sized and the smallest appeared to be 20-foot camper trailers. For the small trailers, she noticed a block building with a small sign saying 'Restroom, Showers and Laundry.' There were many large trees throughout the facility and the yards were all neat and well maintained.
They drove back to the end of the main street and turned right. Bobby cut the corner too close and ran over a small picket fence in front of one of the trailers. Kay noticed four men sitting under the tree on the other side of the trailer, and one of them stood and started towards their car mumbling, "Bad enough we have a nigger moving in, but now we find out he can't drive a fucking car."
Bobby didn't stop the car, and continued to the next trailer where he then tried to back the trailer into the space next to the trailer and ran over another section of the fence. He pulled forward, and then began backing again. The man from under the tree was now near Bobby's car, and he yelled, "Hey! Stop the fucking car ass hole!"
Bobby jumped out of the car and turned to face the old white man. As the man was about to launch a fist into the dapper little black man, he heard a woman's voice, "Please sir. We're sorry. We've never pulled a trailer before"
The old man looked towards the other side of the car and saw a beautiful black girl walking around the front of the car. "And who might you be?" He asked.
She smiled a big smile and said, "Hi. My name is Kay Watson. This is my husband Robert. He's going to start work at Weber Coal tomorrow."
As the old man's eyes traveled over Kay's 5'3" body, he liked spent extra time on her perfectly shaped dark legs and her breasts stretching her tight tee shirt. After smiling at the young woman, he said, "Names John Hall. I love next door and your husband just knocked down my fence. If you want that thing next to your trailer, let me do it so you don't destroy any more of my fence.
Bobby was about to object when Kay grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side and smiled a huge smile at John. "Thank you, Mr. Hall. We'll fix your fence for you. I'm so sorry."
John got into their car and quickly backed into the space next to their trailer while Kay restrained her husband. Bobby was whining, "It wasn't my fault. The old fart has his stupid fence too close to the roadway."
John got out of the car, took one more look at the woman's legs and said, "I'll take care of the fence tomorrow. Welcome to the neighborhood."
As Bobby and Kay unloaded and unpacked their belongings into their new home, John wandered back to his friends and said, "Did you see that hot little nigger bitch fellas?" As they shook their heads, he added, "She is one hot little bitch. Legs to die for and nice titties hiding in that tee shirt. Wouldn't mind fuckin that little bitch."
The next morning, Bobby left for work early and a couple hours later, John was repairing his fence when he heard, "Hello Mr. Hall." He turned and saw the young black woman approaching him and carrying a plate. She seemed to be holding her head at an odd angle. "I made you some cookies as a kind of apology for messing up your fence yesterday. Can I help you fix it?" As he looked at her short shorts and her tank top straining at the seams, he decided that he was going to fuck this hot little nigger. When she saw him looking at her chest, she wished she wouldn't have decided to go braless today.
He said, "You timed that perfectly. I just finished with this section and was about to take a break. Come on up on my porch and sit. We'll have coffee." As they sat on his small porch drinking coffee and eating cookies, he said, "Did you hurt your neck or something?" She explained that she had been on the heavy end of their dresser when they moved in and it strained her neck.
What brought you to this corner of Kentucky?"
She told him of her husband's new job with Weber and of their previous home in Detroit. He told her that they wouldn't find a lot of black people in this part of Kentucky, especially working for the coal companies, and then asked if she was OK with that. "Yes sir, Mr. Hall," she replied. "This is the nicest place we've ever lived."
