Look out!... A black man!
This was so amusing I actually felt the need to post here.
Two nights ago I decided to go for a walk after work. It was about 11p. It was a really nice night and the neighborhood is so damn suburban that it's quiet and "safe". While I was walking I called my brother. About a half mile into the walk I turn a corner to see 2 chicks walking a dog about half a block ahead. At some point I guess they noticed me. I think I spooked them a bit. How do I know, because after taking tentative glances back, then they began to walk MUCH faster. I snickered to myself and told my bro. It gets better... As they approached the nearest corner, they turned and ran for dear life. Maybe I should be insulted, but I thought it was fucking hilarious.
Someone might suggest that it was seeing someone else walking at such a late hour. Don't think so... Because of how damn wholesome this area is, people go out for late walks all the time. There was enough light coming from the street lamps and peoples' porches to clearly illuminate them, so I know they could see me. Unless predators have taken up holding their gun or knife to their ear and talking to it as they approach, it was obvious I was on the phone. There was no slow moving car or van nearby for me to toss them in. So, the only thing I can think of is... Black guy + night time= trouble in their minds. This is why I laugh every time someone talks about how "minorities" are paranoid and over exaggerate feelings of being stereotyped.
I joked with my brother that by tomorrow morning there would be a newspaper article about how 2 local girls just barely escaped a "vicious negro rapist" who followed them on their way home. Or that 20 minutes after I got back home the police would show up. Ask Rogue's parents if they had any negros on the premises. After her parents reply, "Why yes officers, we do." The police follow up by asking if they could beat... er... talk to me for a moment. We laughed our asses off.
When it comes to shit like this, you have two choices. Get pissed or laugh. I don't sweat the small shit. It's the times I actually have been (and probably will be again) profiled by the cops that piss me off. Protect and serve... HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Two nights ago I decided to go for a walk after work. It was about 11p. It was a really nice night and the neighborhood is so damn suburban that it's quiet and "safe". While I was walking I called my brother. About a half mile into the walk I turn a corner to see 2 chicks walking a dog about half a block ahead. At some point I guess they noticed me. I think I spooked them a bit. How do I know, because after taking tentative glances back, then they began to walk MUCH faster. I snickered to myself and told my bro. It gets better... As they approached the nearest corner, they turned and ran for dear life. Maybe I should be insulted, but I thought it was fucking hilarious.
Someone might suggest that it was seeing someone else walking at such a late hour. Don't think so... Because of how damn wholesome this area is, people go out for late walks all the time. There was enough light coming from the street lamps and peoples' porches to clearly illuminate them, so I know they could see me. Unless predators have taken up holding their gun or knife to their ear and talking to it as they approach, it was obvious I was on the phone. There was no slow moving car or van nearby for me to toss them in. So, the only thing I can think of is... Black guy + night time= trouble in their minds. This is why I laugh every time someone talks about how "minorities" are paranoid and over exaggerate feelings of being stereotyped.
I joked with my brother that by tomorrow morning there would be a newspaper article about how 2 local girls just barely escaped a "vicious negro rapist" who followed them on their way home. Or that 20 minutes after I got back home the police would show up. Ask Rogue's parents if they had any negros on the premises. After her parents reply, "Why yes officers, we do." The police follow up by asking if they could beat... er... talk to me for a moment. We laughed our asses off.
When it comes to shit like this, you have two choices. Get pissed or laugh. I don't sweat the small shit. It's the times I actually have been (and probably will be again) profiled by the cops that piss me off. Protect and serve... HAHAHAHAHAHA!