My Dad is Very Racist

I know, I use the word "very" like it makes a damn bit of difference -- racism is racism -- but holy hell. It seems to be getting worse with age. We (my dad, my mother, and me) were attempting to watch a documentary this evening (Missing 411: The Hunted), when he received a phone call. Of course, I paused the movie. He was on the phone with my sister, who has a black boyfriend and son, and she was agreeing with every word of this shit. He was ranting about Juneteenth, "black holidays," and some horrible stuff that I won't repeat here. I just handed my mother the remote and left. I'll go live and die in the woods before I ever have to live with him again.