The Opposite of Racist
This is a bit of an odd question for me because of my grandparents.

My granddad was a prisoner of the Nazi's during the war, brought from the former Yugoslavia as slave labour and held in a camp. He managed to escape, walked across Europe and, once in Britain, joined the RAF to fight back. A hero of a man I never actually met.

My grandma was a bright British girl, who met my granddad, fell in love and married. Her entire family disowned her for marrying a "foreigner".

After the war, my granddad worked in a tyre re-moulding factory to support his family, and having been repeatedly passed over for promotion due to his "foreign" sounding name and Mediterranean good looks, started his own factory. He designed a new way of re-moulding tyres, which were so efficient that he put the his former employer out of business.

I'm telling this story, not because I want to demonstrate that idle racism is bad or ignorant, you're a twat if you don't think that anyway, or because, "Oh woe is me - my family was the victim of racism" but because he died when my dad was 12, I never got to meet him, but he still inspires me everyday.

And there's racism in the story fitting QOTW neatly.
(Jugular, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 21:19, 13 replies)

Lovely story, thanks for sharing

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Tue 1 Nov 2011, 21:26, closed)

^this^
and thanks
( sutit only the crumbliest, flakiest posts, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 23:23, closed)

clicking
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 21:59, closed)

Walked across Europe? Had his Accord broken down?
You don't mention it, but your grandmother was a supermodel, right?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 22:13, closed)

you're a prick. shut up.
what if she died of a massive drugs overdose? Did you think about that?
(Gritty, yet fluffy. kipperpillock is obsessed with me =), Tue 1 Nov 2011, 23:49, closed)

Bollocks.
Nothing short of a MASSIVE DRUGS overdose would harm that woman. How dare you insult her?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 2 Nov 2011, 8:38, closed)

Your post reminds me of my granny. This QOTW highlights the bad and ugly, nice to hear about the good as well.

My granny on my step dads side was what you could say a stereotypical granny. Lived in Dorset which is far from being ethnically diverse, served tea in her best china, doilies over the sofa arms, waved her cane at those pesky skateboarding kids outside her house, loved indoor bowls, read the fucking daily mail of all bloody papers. Quintessentially English from a merchant navy family.

In the early 1970's my mum (black Trinidadian divorcee with two kids in tow) and step dad married. She was the one who welcomed us into her family without question. She was the one who in her own mind had gained more family and she was the one who saw us as people not color. She did this so very unconsciously as it was just her the way she was.

And she was also the one who more or less disowned her own daughter for being a racist bitch with her awful jokes and jibes, treating my mum, sister and I like second class citizens, sitting us at the back of the church when our cousins got married and not recognising my sister as I as being proper relatives.
( sutit only the crumbliest, flakiest posts, Wed 2 Nov 2011, 2:06, closed)

are you sure that was race-based?
and not that you shamed her in many other ways?
Why is it always about race with you?

;)
(Gritty, yet fluffy. kipperpillock is obsessed with me =), Wed 2 Nov 2011, 8:48, closed)

ahh fuck off will ya
or I will kick you with my nike trainers whilst shoving a Macdonalds up your starbucks coffee douched arse after taking you shopping at primark

;) - want to share a babycham?
( sutit only the crumbliest, flakiest posts, Wed 2 Nov 2011, 10:40, closed)

maybe.
would it be hilarious at this point if I pretended to mistake you for a waiter?
(Gritty, yet fluffy. kipperpillock is obsessed with me =), Wed 2 Nov 2011, 10:44, closed)

yeah but I would still fuck you over
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVEHqwLVvpI
( sutit only the crumbliest, flakiest posts, Wed 2 Nov 2011, 11:16, closed)

Those people were weak.
They shouldn't have left so soon.
Someone in that videograph clearly needs reminding what service means.
(Gritty, yet fluffy. kipperpillock is obsessed with me =), Thu 3 Nov 2011, 5:57, closed)

Very Close
story of a flat mate of mine.

His dad, Polish, was caught passing pamphlets hidden in a football. 13 he was. Off to the camps. 1940. Buchenwald and Auschwitz I think - I could look them up. After his death, part of his story was posted on the BBC.

He made it through the war and ended up at RAF Boulmer on the North-East Coast where he met his wife - my mates mum.

He didn't become rich or famous. But he always kept a stone from one of the camps which he told his grandson came from a very bad place...

There's a lot more to tell about this guy but, it's not my story, and certainly, not my place.

RIP
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 2 Nov 2011, 8:14, closed)