I simply responded that stereotypes are mean and dangerous. That I would not justify my education, my success, my journey, and especially my heritage. Just not going to happen.
I know his words were meant to hurt me. I think for a hot moment they did. But more for the source of them, him. I almost inquired if that is how he really sees me. And then I decided that it did not matter. It wasn't worth my time to ask. And I did not accept his apology.
I believe that people say what they really mean when angry and when drunk. That is what I believe. Perhaps I am wrong. It doesn't matter really. It is what it is. Or rather it was what is was.
I am still not sure why in this day and age people cannot be proud of others' successes. Why can't someone be articulate without being a certain skin color? Are behaviors color coded? I think not. Well, actually I don't think about it all. I like to see people succeed especially if they are my friends.
Success is not a color. Neither are respect, integrity, dignity, trust, honor, love, or friendship. But don't take my word for it. After all I was just called 'uppity' and 'white'.