“What do you call a black man with a Ph.D.? You call him a nigger.” – Malcolm X
Two years ago I was honored with an award by my City Council Member for Black History Month. Last night around 8pm, a white dude who I’ve never seen before in my building, walking his husky dog in from the cold night, turned around and asked me at the front door if I was a tenant, as if he was not going to let me in if I said no. (I wonder what he would have done if I had said no. If I wanted to jack him up I would have done it already at that point anyway.) The fact that I hadn’t seen him before almost certainly means he just moved in. I’ve been here five years, and many people in the building know me and my family since we’re outside all the time.
I want to thank that dude for reminding that no matter how many letters I have behind my name, no matter how many college classes I taught that day, no matter how much I wrote or published that week, no matter that my wife and child were upstairs, some people will only see a nigger at the front door, trying to go somewhere he doesn’t belong.
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Wow. Thanks for that, Lavelle.
All best,
Bob
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Thanks for the comment Bob. It’s good to hear from you. I lost track of some folks when I left FB. (I have a very basic account there now.) Unfortunately Twitter is in decline since the Muskrat took over, so I figured I’d come back to blogging, which I should have been doing anyway.
Damn, wtf.
It’s ridiculous, but I’m not tripping. Most of the people in my building are cool, so I try to remember that. If I see that dude again we definitely having it out though, LOL.
I hope he feels like an a**hole at the very least – but yeah, I’d be having it out with him too lol