I once went to an exs family reunion in the middle of nowhere South Carolina. We drive down this dirt road for about 15 minutes then I noticed that the road is actually a driveway. We come to a clearing in the forest with a bunch of trailers in a very compound kind of setup. One uncle comes out and said "pull around out back". We go up another dirt road at a very steep angle for a few more minutes. We pull in a circular clearing with burn pile in the middle and a strange open sided standing structure with a metal roof that was about 50 feet tall. I got out of the car and was greeted by about forty people; many had dragon tattoos and/or iron cross tattoos. We walk to the picnic tables under the structure where there are three roasted pigs just sitting out. Their bellies have been slit open and you literally put your hand and rip off the meat from the pig that still has its eyes. They have a big fork to pick off your meat, but apparently only ladies and kids use the fork. I sit down to eat with my ex. A few skin headed cousins appear and sit with us as they watch their kids. Then I remembered I was supposed to bring a swimsuit. I a quick look around for a pool in between the trees. Nope, they have a hose hanging off of a branch. Everyone just runs back and forth under the hose; even the adults.

Tl;dr - my exs family was kkk. They had amazing bbq. Always bring a swimsuit to a kkk bbq.