I don't support the KKK. I don't condone their activity or agree with their views. My heritage is very diverse, I have a little bit of everything in me, so I honestly get a chuckle out of chuckle-heads who call me a racist. I am about as far from a racist as you could possibly get. Living in Alabama, I have known people throughout my life who were, in fact, racist in their viewpoints. I didn't agree with them at any time, and I've actually ended friendships over this. I don't associate with racist people, I never have. My mother marched with MLK from Selma to Montgomery, my Uncle was police chief of Selma in the early 70s. I lived most of my childhood during the Civil Rights movement, I remember watching MLK's speech in Washington, I remember Bull Connor and the fire hoses. My school classes were integrated when I was in second grade, so I pretty much grew up with black people, my high school was about 40% black. My friends were black and white, we really never had a time of racial disharmony. Everyone got along, treated each other with respect, and some of these people are close friends of mine to this day. I would trust my life to them, I would trust my daughter's life to them, and I have... My daughter went to New York with a black family, stayed in the same hotel room! OMG!
The thing is, you don't know me, you don't know the first thing about my life, or who I am. You can post this kind of presumptuous bullshit all you like, it doesn't turn me into the bigoted stereotype you wish me to be, and it never will. I know who I am, so it really doesn't bother me, but what it does, is show everyone what an intolerant judgmental piece of human debris you are. The very thing you rail against, is what you actually are!