So last week, I’m walking to a copy shop just off campus to get a course packet for a biology lab I’m in (stupid pointless gen-ed classes are another rant altogether).
There’s a guy sitting against a building on the sidewalk. Typical homeless-looking guy. As a general rule, I don’t give money to beggars, so I’m already dreading turning him down.
Instead, as I pass by him, he says “Hey, man. High five!” Well, I’m thinking to myself, “Better than being asked for spare change.”
But as I gave him the high five, he continued “High five for the white male power elite!”
It was too late. I had already reached high five critical mass. I touched his hand. He says “Right, on, brother! I knew you were one of the white male power elite!”
Ugh. I -touched- him. I gave him a high five. I looked around to see if anyone had heard. I don’t think they did. On the way back from the shop, he shouted something to me about the “white male power elite,” but I was doing my best not to listen.
I felt like crap for the rest of the day.
And because it’s the pit and I can: Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK.
I, for one, welcome our new white male… oh, wait…
Ya know, Johnny… there are crazy people out there. And they like to hangout on sidewalks and try to engage people in their crazy ideas.
Don’t let it get to you.
Wait a minute. Aren’t these the folks who are Master Of The World world world (cheesy echo effect)? Hmmmm. I guess the Master Plan isn’t working so well. I gotta ask, did he have a “Will heil for food” sign?
I work at a hotel, and something about it just brings out the racist in everyone. My favorite was they guy that came in when we were full. He asked me if I could “find a way to swing a room for a fellow white person.”
Yeah buddy, your only like, uh, 70% of the population, and almost all the people that come to my hotel. Even if I were a racist, it’s not like I come across white folks so rarely that I pull out all the stops to help my race-mates in their hostile journeys.
