TheMachine1 wrote:
I live in a small town in the South (with a high percent of blacks to) and something like that would be rare here. Accidentally bumping into someone would result in someone saying
"excuses me" or perhaps someone being shot if they
did not say it.
That's exactly what I was thinking. . . save that I haven't lived down south for awhile.
It's funny how I would have empathized more with the original post if you hadn't mentioned he was black. . .
People shouldn't do that, though.
One night last winter, I was walking down my street- carrying a stack of library books that hit my chin, with a heavy loaded backpack. I was wearing a trench coat, and there was ice on the sidewalks. This is small town too. . . and this carload of guys does a u-turn and starts following slowly along, hooting and yelling things I don't care to repeat. I was on a street where I knew the inhabitants of at least every other house- my parents had owned the one where I was staying since I was two- and it freaked me out
deeply. I was ready to drop everything and run when they finally left me alone. . . and it seems that all they wanted to do was be jerks.
I don't get it at all.
It's so hard to find a balance between a sense of safety and an awareness of reality. . . I swing back and forth. For a long time after that one I was pretty scared.
Strangely, though, it doesn't make me want to kill people.
Maybe I repress that.
It doesn't seem unreasonable, anyway. . . not to want. To do, would be unreasonable.
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