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.

You and your cronies try to intimidate me with your loud street talk aimed in my direction. You refuse to move to either side when I approach you on the sidewalk. I have to walk in the street or the gravel because you’re standing in the middle of the sidewalk, refusing to move until after I’ve moved past you. You puff out your chest and throw back your shoulders whenever we encounter each other. You attempt to intimidate me.  I avoid making eye contact with you so there won’t be an incident. I get it. It’s all a power play, trying to show me you’re the dominate alpha. The biggest, badass on the street.

You are a 20 something male. You are black. You are angry. You hate me just because of the color of my skin. I get it. You are taking your anger out on me. You blame me for some perceived injustice you received at the hand of a white person somewhere in your past. You regard me the way the black community loathes being treated by the white community. Just because you think I’m an easy target.

But I’m not an easy target. I will fight back. I’m a momma grizzly wrapped in a soft, white shroud. Fuck with me or my child and I’ll have no problem putting a 9mm bullet in your thick, reverse racist skull. You see, racism is a two way street. I don’t hate you because of your skin color. I don’t hate you for your choice in music. Or the clothes you wear. The way you walk. Or the car you drive.

You disgust me simply because of the way you treat me. Because of your preconceived idea that I owe you something. I despise you for the individual that you are; making yourself feel better by menacing me with your aggressive body posturing. Nothing more. If you treated me with kindness, I would respond with kindness. But you chose to treat me with hatred in your heart. And you wonder why people hate you back.

It’s your choice to treat me and others that way.

It's my choice to ignore you and not give you any power over me.

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