So I’m in the Post Office today mailing a package. An Asian man to the right of me is also mailing something. Over the radio, gospel choir Christmas music is playing. After completing his transaction, the man points to the speakers and says, black man music.
The postal worker, shocked, replies, excuse me‽
He repeats, pointing again at the speakers, black man music.
At this point I’m silently hoping she’s going to reach across the counter and slap him, but she has the composure to say, I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no such thing as ‘black man music.’