"Lashawndra? Are you okay?" asked Deshane, a man who worked with her at the office. "You look shaken up."
"No, I'm fine. I just had a run-in with some of the locals," she said.
"Damn white people," he said. "Can't they see that us setting up this business will help their community?"
"Oh, come on. They're not all that bad," Lashawndra said. "We did just have a white president."
"Okay, yeah. But Mitt Romney isn't a typical white. I'm just glad that we've gotten back to normal and have another black president. You can't say that you're not relieved to have Barack Obama as president."
"I had no idea you were this racist," Lashawndra said, stunned. "You make it sound like they're all just rap singers and ghetto trash."
Deshane shrugged. "It's just how I feel."
Suddenly, Lashawndra got another strange flash in her mind. She saw a rap video, but instead of whites in the video, it was blacks, all acting like whites. Then it was gone.
"Are you okay?" Deshane asked, a worried look on his face.
"Uh ... yeah. I guess I'm still a little shaken up. Uh ... I'll see you later, okay?" she said, then hurried away back to her cubicle.
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