The Racist At The Golf Course

The Diplomat Golf Course in Hallandale Beach Florida was always beautiful. It was very well looked after and there was always a fight to reserve a tee time.

My family owned a condo across the street from the Diplomat Country Club for the past forty years. I will never forget the experience I had at the golf course before the Diplomat was sold to a major union.

Since I was a regular I worked out a deal with the club that could I play golf every day for two hundred dollars a week. I loved it, the weather was gorgeous and I didn’t have to worry if I didn’t have a tee time and had to miss a day or two, I had a great rate so it all balanced out.

My friend Eddie Sokoll came for a visit from Toronto, so I booked a tee time for three thirty on Tuesday afternoon. The course was pretty busy, so we took our time playing eighteen and when we finished, the pro shop was getting ready to close.

There was a short dumpy guy who managed the carts and over saw the bookings. He was the one you received a cart from and who signed you out. My friend and I were returning our cart when we heard him and three other guys laughing. The moron was telling a joke about Black people using the despised and unacceptable ‘’N’’ word. Next he said very disparaging things about Jews and he ended up his racist fun fest with negative comments about French Canadians.

To say I was outraged was an understatement. I was glad my friend was with me, because he also heard the disgusting and vile comments. I was not going to let the perpetrator get away with his bigotry.

We pulled our cart up to where the loser was sitting with his friends. Dumpy stood up, while his friends remained seated in a semi-circle on lawn chairs. They were all smoking cheap ass cigars.

Dumpy gave us a disingenuous smile. ‘’Did you gentlemen have a good time on the course today?’’ His voice grated on me, and I had the urge to punch him. I took a second and replied. ‘’I heard your racist jokes and comments. I’m Jewish, my Mom’s Black, and we’re from Quebec. I’m not impressed.’’

Dumpy put his hands into his pockets and glared at me. It almost seemed like he was trying to intimidate me. ‘’What I say to my friends in here is none of your fucking business.’’ I could see my…