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I am pissed off because of some loud, obnoxious, and chronically stupid teenagers at IHOP who I wanted badly to yell at, but didn't, because my mom wouldn't let me because she was worried about me. And I'm friggin' crying and I almost wrote about what exactly pissed me off about the situation, but I just feel like I'm not anywhere near eloquent enough for it.
I do not do well with race issues at all. I'm not stupid. I'm not naive, but I'm idealistic, maybe too idealistic--and I believe the best in everyone. I'm just angry at the fact that because of certain factors, my mom* was scared of me telling a group of seventeen white teenagers that they were being too loud and excessively rude while we were eating. Scared that they'd be stupid enough to cause us or our property harm if I just did something that would've been the right thing to do.
I hate this.
*: my mom was born in the early '50s. She can remember when doing something like I wanted to do could've very well warranted being threatened and/or hurt. She doesn't hate anyone, but she still has that undercurrent of prejudice is still somewhat there.
I do not do well with race issues at all. I'm not stupid. I'm not naive, but I'm idealistic, maybe too idealistic--and I believe the best in everyone. I'm just angry at the fact that because of certain factors, my mom* was scared of me telling a group of seventeen white teenagers that they were being too loud and excessively rude while we were eating. Scared that they'd be stupid enough to cause us or our property harm if I just did something that would've been the right thing to do.
I hate this.
*: my mom was born in the early '50s. She can remember when doing something like I wanted to do could've very well warranted being threatened and/or hurt. She doesn't hate anyone, but she still has that undercurrent of prejudice is still somewhat there.