ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened
Yesterday my boyfriend and I went out to lunch at a fairly hipster cafe in a middle-of-the-road neighborhood about a mile from our apt. We were eating outside, and there were maybe 6 other people in the vicinity.
A woman walks by, yelling some nonsensical phrases. At first, it seems as though maybe she’s just yelling to a friend, but as the screams get louder and more absurd, those of us at the cafe realize that she’s more likely yelling to herself. There’s a sort of uncomfortable silence, people exchange glances, and then return to their conversations, some remarking something like “what was that?” to their companion(s).
As we resume eating and our own conversation, I see my boyfriend’s face grow tense. I realize he’s listening to the couple next to us (less than a foot away, whom we’ve exchanged pleasantries with). The man has gestured at us now a number of times, and seems to be accusing us of being racist because “They didn’t laugh. They’re clearly just acting all uncomfortable because the woman was black.”
He goes on to talk about how he wants to get involves with politics, so he can change things. His companion asks him if he knows about Ferguson (“it’s like, really bad. I think some kid was shot like a lot of times”), and then follows that up by saying “I really like them. They’re all really awesome. People who don’t are so racist.” (We deduced that “them” meant “all people who are black” because that’s all they talked about while judging us before returning to the subject of a pilot someone had written.)
We left, and my boyfriend was fuming. Having grown up in a primarily black and fairly poor neighborhood, it bothered him that just because he’s white, people assume he’s ignorant and privileged. I calmed him down by reassuring him that they were clearly the ignorant ones. He pointed out that, regardless of race, we don’t typically laugh at people who appear to perhaps be mentally ill, or at least in distress. Having both attended college in poor areas, homeless individuals were a regular part of our lives, and neither of us can count the number of times we’ve given a stray dollar or some of our French fries to someone on a walk to class.
Point being: Please, don’t sit on your high horse, and decide that people are a certain way just because you don’t have the same reactions as them. If you want to make a difference - DO IT. What happened (and is happening) in Ferguson is not the first of it’s kind, and very likely not the last, unless something major changes. Stay informed, educate others when you can, and refrain from passing judgements to those who may react differently from you.
I, Anya, promise to love you, to cherish you, to honour you, but not to obey you, of course, because that’s anachronistic and misogynistic and who you do you think you are, like a sea captain or something?
I wrote something over on my blog that’s all personal and shit so… Yea read it if you want.
How to be British
I’m of the opinion that if a blink song comes on the radio, and you park before it’s over, you wait in the car until it’s done playing.
this was the best ending to any movie ever. ever.
no one can convince me otherwise.
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