the_others . holy ent is 101015 ... unhinged she was laying on her belly in front of her grandmother's television, pretending to watch it, listening to the adult conversation behind her. 'did you hear what mayor bacci did last week?' 'and that pelegrini on the city council giving contracts to his brother in law...oh those italians. always acting like mobsters.' there was always shit talk. her father claiming italians weren't white. that they had insatiable appetites from money and women. that they couldn't be trusted. that if they were running the government that there must be corruption. mostly her mother just sat there silent as her father and grandmother talked politics in the tiny bigoted village. sometimes she would attempt to speak up and many times her grandmother would say 'oh you dumb polack. you don't know what you're talking about. typical' the little girl learned to lay on her belly, silent. absorbing all of it, the politics, the ignorance, the bigoted hate. she was her mother's daughter, a polack by birth. she learned to stay silent. eventually, she learned to stop listening. but by then the message had already rang loud and clear. 171120 what's it to you? who go blather from