Would a bakery refuse to cater a Black wedding?”

The Left claims that if a caterer can refuse to work a same sex wedding then they could just as well refuse to cater a Black wedding. That is ridiculous on its face. There is not one scintilla of truth in that claim.

Laws against racial discrimination exist which do not apply to homosexuals because being homosexual is not a racial classification. But forget the laws on racial discrimination.  If those laws were repealed tomorrow it is unthinkable any business would refuse service to anyone based upon their race.  This is so because the civil rights era successfully shamed white racists out of their racism. The civil rights movement brought about an earth-shaking change in racial attitudes in America. It is now so taboo in this society that even the most rabid racist who runs a business understands that adopting a policy that looks at the race of a potential customer would be the death knell for that business.  It would not require any bigot-shopping Leftists claiming to be journalists leading a charge of indignation to force that business to shut its doors. There would not be any gofundme accounts set up for such a business or its owners, and if one were it would receive few donations, certainly none by anyone whose identity could be discovered. Except for serious physical injury, the worst thing that can happen to anyone today is to be thought a racist.

A short vignette from my childhood in Wyoming the early 1950s demonstrates what would happen.  There were no laws against racial discrimination at that time in Wyoming, nor were there any Federal laws on the matter.  One very popular cafe on the main drag through my town was sold to a new owner. The new owner must have moved to Wyoming from somewhere in the South because he promptly put a sign in the front window that read, “No Colored Trade.”

I was probably 6 or 7 years old the day my mother and I headed to the cafe for lunch after some shopping in town.  As we approached the door to enter, as we had done on numerous previous occasions, she spotted the sign in the window.  It stopped her in her tracks. She grabbed my arm to prevent me from advancing through the doorway.  She exclaimed, “What does that sign mean?”  Of course, I had no idea what it meant.  I had no idea what “colored trade” was.  My mother did, and she was aghast. “I think it means colored people can’t eat here,” she said.

Then she said, “We are not going in.” We left, never to return to that establishment. Apparently a lot of other towns’ people felt the same way because soon this previously busy cafe closed its doors and it never reopened.

The town we lived in was on the Union Pacific line. It was also in the heart of ranch country.  That meant there were lots of Black people there employed by the railroad and Black cowboys employed on ranches, and other Black people employed in ancillary businesses. They were welcome, open racism was not.

Admittedly, the whole country in those days was not in the same frame of mind as my little town in Wyoming. But today, it pretty much is. Any business owner in any town in America today would suffer financial defeat if it tried to refuse service to anyone based on their race, even if there were no laws against it.

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