Great monologue! So vivid with a chilling ending.

Phil Ochs once sang that it's easy for white liberals to like minorities, "as long as they don't live next door." Christian St. Croix extends this argument in "Cold Foam," in which the white liberal in question can not even handle the existence of a Black man within her line of vision. St. Croix distills so many American social ills into a killer solo piece. Well done!

A subtle depiction of the effects of casual and unexplored racism perpetrated by a smug, self-satisfied, self-justifying harridan. The build of the piece is taut and the ultimate pay-off is devastating. This is a clear-eyed portrait of the banality of evil.