Okay picture this... I driving to Sports Zone Indy on the west side. I am late, so I am hurrying a bit, not much but a bit. There is another car in a hurry as well. Bout as same as me. She is shifting through traffic, trying to find the open lane like myself. We both get on a road where there is a car not driving a "reasonable" speed. She is on his tail and I am following. At the stop light she decides to make a move that lets me know exactly how outside of her head she is. She gets in the turn lane and then gets back over in front of the parked SUV... at the stop light.
Really? So I finally escape behind her again and want to turn on Coffman road. She then wants to judge my driving by getting on her brakes several time. The last time she slams on them and I do everything to not hit her. The car behind me has to swerve to the side of the road to not hit me and about 3 cars behind him. I decide I don't want to die tonight, so I speed up and get in front of her park in the Sport Zone lot. She follows me there gets out of her car and proceeds to through all types of slurs and ignorant commits my way.... not limited to dirty bitch, and my Mom is a bitch... and so on. After she got her commits out the way, she wanted to preach to me that i put her child in danger. Excuse me? How did I do that when she is the one who sped up and then slammed on her brakes. She threatened to call the cops and took my license plate. So I took a picture of her plate as well. Told her to call the cops and come find me, "Ill be playing volleyball."
Two things made me just lose my mind. A.) the fact that she started the hazardous driving, broke many laws doing so and then wanted to accuse me. B.) she thought insulting my appearance some how hurt or had something to do with bad driving. The latter made me realize I was dealing with a lower class, ignorant citizen of these United States. Claiming that I need to "grow my hair out and get a perm" has nothing to do with the situation, and she needed to feel better about herself somehow. Funny thing is with my sew in (yes, I have one), my hair was actually longer than hers... And perms seem to be unhealthy anyways... so what was her point?
My point is why do black folks constantly do this to each other? Why do we have to put each other down? Its the tone of my skin... too dark? Its the length of my hair... too short? Its the texture of my hair... too kinky. Its how I enunciate my words... too proper? Its my street cred... too much education? its the clothes I wear... too tight fitting?
So please tell me. what does my blackness do to you? Why do we hate each other that much?
BTW, with all this talk about guns... What if I had a gun in my car, and I was one of those mentally unstable people? You just don't know who is crazy these days.
