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testimonial on the tablet. Cobalt eyes, tall and leggy with big, fake boobs, Doralee was conceited as hell, talking a mile a minute while flipping waves and waves of long flaxen hair. The sound of her Texas twang grated on my nerves, and despite not having met her personally, I instantly hated everything about her.
    Josh took the tablet from my hand and quickly swiped through images. “This one is probably going home tonight.”
    I gazed at the video of a puny, dorky, white kid named Ralphie. Twenty-two years old and rather effeminate. He was the nutty professor type with buck teeth and large-framed glasses on a narrow face. During his testimonial, Ralphie fought his emotions as he tearfully expressed that his love of Southern cooking came fromthe African American foster mother who raised him. There was a montage of photos of him through the years, embracing his foster mother during important events such as Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, and family reunions where lily-white Ralphie stood out like a sore thumb amidst a pack of hood rats. The foster mother, a roly-poly woman, smiled broadly in all the photos, revealing approximately four missing teeth in the front.
    â€œCan Ralphie cook?” I inquired.
    â€œHe can cook his ass off. His food rivals yours,” Josh replied, shaking his head ruefully.
    â€œSo, what’s the deal? Why do you want to give him the ax?”
    â€œOur behind-the-scenes test audience doesn’t like the visuals of him with the black foster mother and the hood rat family members. The foster mother’s look is so…well, it’s so stereotypically black. And her butt is so humongous, it’s distracting.”
    â€œHis foster mother isn’t the one competing,” I said snippily, giving Josh the side-eye after his harsh criticism of so-called black characteristics.
    â€œBut she’s a huge part of his storyline, and if he makes it to the finals when the families come on the show, there’s not a thing wardrobe can do with that massive butt of hers. And I doubt if the execs would be willing to pay for any emergency dental work for her.”
    â€œHmm,” I murmured thoughtfully as I swiped though the numerous images of Ralphie with his family.
    Josh continued pleading his case against Ralphie. “The foster mother seems to be the loud, boisterous type and the test audience doesn’t think she’ll be able to turn down enough to fit in with the other, uh, more dignified families.” Josh giggled conspiratorially as if he were in the privacy of his own home, poking fun of blacks with his white friends.
    Livid, I cocked my head to the side and stared at Josh.
    â€œWhy’re you looking at me like that?”
    â€œYou find it funny, huh? It’s okay when white people rescue unwanted black kids, but it’s an aberration for a black family to help an unwanted white child. Since it’s too uncomfortable for you and your test audience to watch, you all decided to make fun of Ralphie’s loving foster mother and call her all kinds of crude names.”
    â€œNo, you’re missing my point,” he said, assuming a look of innocence.
    â€œYou enjoy laughing at the shenanigans of low-class blacks, don’t you? Hell, you probably laugh at me behind my back.”
    â€œThat’s not true,” he protested. “I admire and adore you—and you know it, Cori.”
    â€œI’m not convinced. I believe you lump all blacks in the same boat as Ralphie’s foster mother. You perceive us as ignorant coons, and utterly primitive people, with big butts that viewers find distasteful and insulting.”
    â€œI shouldn’t have said those things, but you have to believe me, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
    Unforgiving, I sneered at him. “I was always aware that you were racist, Josh, but I never realized you were a confederate flag-waving, neo-Nazi-type racist.”
    Josh gasped and his face