Hate Me Because Of Who I Am, Not Because I’m White.

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I am a 40 something white female. I mind my own business. I try to ignore your loud music vibrating through my apartment walls all day long, until a minute before the law says you are now disturbing the peace. I have never done anything to you. Yet, you hate me. You slash my tires. You bend the antenna on my truck. You glare at me when I walk by. You park your Chrysler 300 in my assigned parking spot, knowing I’ll have a hard time finding a place to park so my special needs son and I will have to walk further to our front door.