When my mother lived in North Carolina, I noticed that the family across the street, who happened to be black, had recliners on the front porch. The porch wasn’t enclosed, but was covered. I had never seen anyone put upholstered furniture on a porch like that, so I pointed it out to my mother. She said that it’s apparently practiced predominantly by black people in the South. So much so that when a neighboring town tried to pass a law banning upholstered furniture on front porches, they were accused of racism.
I thought it was really interesting that something so seemingly neutral to me as an outsider could be the cause of a racially contentious legal battle. Can’t upholstered furniture on a porch just be upholstered furniture on a porch?
As I gazed out the window contemplating racial harmony, wedge issues, and stereotypes, the guy across the street pulled his car in the driveway and went into the house carrying a giant watermelon.
I don’t know what made me think of that just now.