I was too angry... No, I was mad!

As I told you all before we are buying a house. We've been looking every where for land but we've encountered one of three things: either it was too far, too expensive, or too ragged. Well we found the perfect piece of land, it's five minutes from the city! My skeptic husband even thought is was great, he didn't say it but I could tell. Well we drove out there too look at it and as we were leaving the neighborhood there were about three or four white men sitting on one of the lawns on the corner. So one of the men motioned at us and walked near our car. When my husband rolled down the window the man said, "Oh... I thought your were someone else," and just stood there. Now my husband is 6'7 with locks in a place where we and maybe a few others are the only people with locks, so immediately my defense went up. So my husband says, "we were looking at the land over there, and the man says, "well did you like it?" And I can't remember what my husband said but I do remember him saying, "How far does it go? And the man showed us, and that was it. Now we live in the country in the deep south, so for those of you who don't know this is redneck territory. This particular subdivision was very small and I didn't see any black people but I could be wrong. So I was thinking that they were trying to find out if we were going to taint their lily white redneck neighborhood, which mind you these are huge acre lots so it isn't like we'd be nose to nose.
Well to make a long story short, the lot is for sale by owner, and when I got directions the day before from the owner the lady seemed nice. Well I looked at the land and called the builder and told them to call the owners back for me and tell them that we're interested. Well the builder left three messages and no one called them back. So something told me to have my friend to call who is white and she got through. My friend acted like me and everything was cool. So then she gave my friend, Casey the address to her home so that they could mail the contracts and then she added, "I'm in the neighborhood."
Then my skin crawled because I felt like they saw us out there looking at the land and that they must have added two and two together and decided that they didn't want any blacks living out there.
At first I was thinking that man who stopped us maybe knew the owners and called them, but hell, I didn't know they actually live in the damned neighborhood!
The old me would have been like screw them I don't want to live in their neighborhood, but it's too convenient to pass up, and they can just kiss my ass.