TeeYiYi (4,730 posts)
91. I don't like racism...
...regardless of the flavor.
Here, let me reverse the roles in the OP for you, and then you can tell me if you sense any racist undertones:
I'll never forget the look in their eyes,
they were terrified of me...
This happened to me many years ago and I'll
never forget it... And it explains to me why
some are prone to believe Z's story that he
was attacked by Trayvon Martin and not the
other way around.
Let me start at the beginning: When I was
around 18 years old, not much older than
Trayvon himself, I used ride my bike to and
from Downtown Detroit on the weekends to
visit the Ethnic Festivals of the time. My route
consisted of riding towards Downtown on
Gratiot Ave and returning home on Jefferson
Ave. Those of you who understand the layout
of the city will understand why this is
Well, one day after spending my time at the
festival, I took off on my return trip, heading
east on Jefferson as I usually did. At some
point I was passed on my left by a car, which
pulled over to the side and stopped. Just as I
was about to pass that stopped car to my
right, the driver opened his door right in
front of me. I quickly avoided the door for
the most part, but clipped the edge with my
right pedal. Now, my first reaction wasn't
anger that this person almost took me out
with his car door... I mean, here I am.. I'm
alright and I hadn't bothered to look down at
my pedal, which I discovered later was
smashed. I was a bit in shock at this, the first
thing out of my mouth was, "Are you alright?"
Well, the person who opened his car door in
front of me was this older black man and in
the passenger seat of the car was his older
black wife. Now as I stood there, not angry
mind you... not even being loud, without one
word to me, he got out of his car and walked
over to the newspaper stand that he parked
next to, bought a paper and still without
saying one word to me, he got back into his
car and sped off... Heading west on Jefferson,
ostensibly to the safe, Black People confines
of one the Projects or whatever.
Once he did that, I took a moment to reflect
on what just happened. Living in Detroit most
of my life, I hadn't had much experience in
dealing with strange Black urbanites...
But to me, this was really telling.
That man and his wife were scared shitless
that I was about to do something to them...
Harm them in some way. I saw it in their
EYES, which spoke to me louder than any
words. Committing an act of violence was the
furthest thing from my mind, as I said my
first reaction was to express concern about
them. I was raised to respect my elders and
all that and I wasn't harmed. I would have
at least liked an apology for almost side-
swiping me... But I didn't even get a whoop
tie-doo out of these people.
I thought, "How rude," as I saw them drive
But not just how rude they were, but
genuinely frightened that I would harm them.
Perhaps they were feeling guilty for being in
the wrong for almost side-swiping me... But,
then I thought, if they felt that way one of
them would at least had bothered to tell me
that they were sorry for doing that. Again,
their EYES and their SILENCE spoke volumes.
Living out there in The Projects, I would
hazard a guess that any time they went into
the city, their first concern would be to be on
the look out for any whiteys who would accost
them out of the blue. Now just to let you
know, I'd known plenty of Blacks who lived
IN the City and never once had any of these
people ever imparted to me that they were
scared to walk around Detroit while Black.
This was the early Eighties and crossing the
suburban borders was then a tricky exercise.
But here I was, looking at a couple of scared
Black urbanites leave me flabbergasted in
The thing is that struck me later, in thought,
is that I realized that, in the isolation of their
dyed black urban lifestyle, they hadn't had
the opportunity to interact with the dazzling
array of young White males of Detroit , such
as myself at the time. Instead they were
conditioned to fear us and to be scared
shitless of us instead of showing us the
common fucking courtesy of even talking to
us or offering us an apology for almost
wiping us out on our bikes while they
stopped for a copy of the local paper.
Perhaps, they were under the belief that we
young White males are predisposed to
committing acts of violence upon their frail
Black bodies at the drop of the hat? That
fear, of course, impelled them to be the
silent assholes that they were.
After all, aren't ALL young White males just
itching to attack any unsuspecting Black
citizen at the drop of a hat? It happens all of
the time, they say. We White males are
dangerous, even more so when in the
presence of Black people...
But anyway, if anything is clear, it's that fear
blinds people to a lot of things around them.