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I'm Black. Just going to throw that out there before I explain...
I live in a mostly White neighborhood...upper-middle class. There are probably only 3-4 Black families total. One of the kids in our neighborhood was moving
away so there was this big block party going on by his house. He was one of the newer kids though...only had been around for a few years. All of my friends in
the neighborhood were White as well...except one family who was Asian. Their daughter was
. Anyways, I come over there with my friends that I grew up with.
I really had no idea of the party...well...because I wasn't invited.
I get some food...go into the basement where all the rest of the kids were and here comes the kid who was moving. He's like, "Why is he here!?"
I'm looking around like...? Who me?
He flat out says, "Leave. I don't
want your kind at my party." My friends tried to say I was
"cool" and what not but this kid wasn't having it.
Lucky for him, I left
without a problem. I wasn't the violent individual that I
am today...coming from a Christian school at the time.
"Turn the other
cheek." Hated that rule...
...
The family across the street was on one also. I used to play video games with this kid named Mike but his older sister would call me "Blackie" and
flat out said one day that her family didn't want me over there anymore. I was probably 12 at that time so my tolerance for racism grew lower. She would
also always try to compare school like I attended one beneath her academically.
Ihaven't said a word to him or his family ever since even though
they still live across the street.
...
My main friend in the neighborhood, Bob, had a little racist brother. He called me "Blackie" as well...spit on my Shawn Kemp's.
Dudes is
probably 16 now though. I'm 23. I would have killed him. I let it go...haven't really been through there ever since either.
...
I walk into a gas station. A Middle-Eastern guy is at the register. I think I was looking for Sour Patch Kids and condoms that day. I always look for Sour
Patch Kids first. I went through all the aisles...saw nothing. Then, I saw that the condoms were hanging up behind the register and I hate having to ask for
condoms. "Which ones? We've gooot lubricated, studded, magnum..." Voice get strong...MAGNUM please. Back then, I was too embarrassed to ask so I
just bounced. Before I hit the door, he stands up..."What did you steal?!" I didn't mean to but I rush dude like..."You wanna pad me
down?" He puts his hands up like...Nooo. No. Just leave.
I could tell stories all day.
Tell yours.
I live in a mostly White neighborhood...upper-middle class. There are probably only 3-4 Black families total. One of the kids in our neighborhood was moving
away so there was this big block party going on by his house. He was one of the newer kids though...only had been around for a few years. All of my friends in
the neighborhood were White as well...except one family who was Asian. Their daughter was
I really had no idea of the party...well...because I wasn't invited.
I get some food...go into the basement where all the rest of the kids were and here comes the kid who was moving. He's like, "Why is he here!?"
I'm looking around like...? Who me?
want your kind at my party." My friends tried to say I was
"cool" and what not but this kid wasn't having it.
without a problem. I wasn't the violent individual that I
am today...coming from a Christian school at the time.
cheek." Hated that rule...
...
The family across the street was on one also. I used to play video games with this kid named Mike but his older sister would call me "Blackie" and
flat out said one day that her family didn't want me over there anymore. I was probably 12 at that time so my tolerance for racism grew lower. She would
also always try to compare school like I attended one beneath her academically.
they still live across the street.
...
My main friend in the neighborhood, Bob, had a little racist brother. He called me "Blackie" as well...spit on my Shawn Kemp's.
probably 16 now though. I'm 23. I would have killed him. I let it go...haven't really been through there ever since either.
...
I walk into a gas station. A Middle-Eastern guy is at the register. I think I was looking for Sour Patch Kids and condoms that day. I always look for Sour
Patch Kids first. I went through all the aisles...saw nothing. Then, I saw that the condoms were hanging up behind the register and I hate having to ask for
condoms. "Which ones? We've gooot lubricated, studded, magnum..." Voice get strong...MAGNUM please. Back then, I was too embarrassed to ask so I
just bounced. Before I hit the door, he stands up..."What did you steal?!" I didn't mean to but I rush dude like..."You wanna pad me
down?" He puts his hands up like...Nooo. No. Just leave.
I could tell stories all day.