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One good white American in Mississippi. While Griffith is hitchhiking down the road he gets picked up by a heavyset, round-faced tough looking young man. Griffith thought he was going to be like the other ones all asking him about his sex life and what he liked to do. But as time went on he realized that this one was different from the rest of the rides he had gotten. He figured that this guy must have been color blind or something because of the way he was being treated. The white young man had even offered to stop and buy him a hamburger because he had missed his own dinner. Then offered if he had found a place to stay yet in Mississippi and then offered a place to stay at his house because he had two rooms. I just think that since Griffith had been stereotyping whites that he had previously ridden with that he thought they were all going to be the same. When in all reality I think there is always someone out there that will treat you just like anyone else and not based on color or religion or anything else that makes you different from the norm.