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If I were African-American I would be in jail, or dead.

If I were African-American I would be in jail, or dead.

We are well in to the 21st century and racism is still alive and kicking. There would be no doubt that progress has been made but, pretty much on daily basis, you hear about racial profiling. Black men have an especially hard time hailing a cab, they get followed in stores and they get pulled over for DWB (“Driving while black”). I can’t take credit for the last statement, nor do I know who first said it but it really stuck with me. I have been followed in stores, numerous times, while shopping.I would be lying if I said this was a frequent occurrence but nonetheless it was most disconcerting. I was in a grocery store, a chain store not a mom & pop deal, buying for one night. I didn’t have a cart and I picked up some filet mignon. I’m walking around trying to figure out what else to cook as this was special, trust me, I don’t have a filet paycheck. I look up and the fucking meat guy, in a bloody apron, is following me around shuffling stuff around and probably spreading blood. I actually hope he did spread blood around so future customers would wonder if they are actually pulling a “Hostel” situation here. I bought my stuff but I was fucking LIVID! How fucking dare this grocery store butcher follow my ass around? Who the fuck did he think he was? Who did he think I was? I wanted to go back in grab a butcher knife create a larger opening in this assholes asshole and shove those filets straight up there. I was followed in a beach shop and in a rinky dink “antique” store. I just wanted to blow their shops up. What must that feel like on such a frequent basis that when you’re pulled you don’t really have to try to figure out what you did. You were born black. You fucked up and picked the wrong color. It’s so hard to imagine that happening so frequently that it is the norm. If I were black and this shit happened to me? Bodies everywhere. You talk “Black Attitude”? Try being treated, as you walk through the door, that you need to be watched because there is no way you could possibly afford THIS merchandise. Next time you grab your purse when you see a black man get on the elevator, be glad it’s not this white woman.

Written by Theodosia Honeybleu

All tales are based in truth. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I have nothing to sell but everything to share. What a strange trip it's been, indeed.
Website: http://www.ScriptandScraps.com


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