In researching for an essay due this week, I came across an excellent article regarding race relations. The author encounters a self-righteous member of a minority group who plays the race the card unashamedly. The author’s response is excellent.

“You just want me to be white.” Susan said. Her shoulderpads squared; her metallic purple upper lip stiffened like a U-boat breaching the water; the brightly painted and decaled acrylic nails that adorned her fingers dug into the fiberboard arms of the office chair. She was, I realized, doing her best Rosa Parks. Her best Martin Luther King. Her best Saladin staring down the Infidel hordes at Jerusalem.

She was just like them. All of them. Except she had no cause.

It’s worth your time to read the complete piece. Right on.