Hell hath no fury like a (black) woman scorned ?
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Loading ...Yeah, like this one won’t get me in trouble, right? Just the title alone would indicate something that is just not true, so let’s get this point clear right now.
I am not prejudice in any way, shape or form. I tolerate people, providing that they don’t mess around with me, intrude on my space, act stupid, or try to stab me in the back (figuratively and literally). Once that point is met, it’s on, I can’t stand you, unequivocably. Until that point though, I’ll be your best friend, seriously. I’ll help out any way possible, no matter what race, color, sex, creed you are, what you look like, or who your boyfriend (or girlfriend) is. See, I’m just that easy to get along with, really.
That said:
What the hell is it with blacks, black women specifically that gives them the right to go out and , well, to act like they’re all that, and they rule the world? I mean, really now? Better yet, what’s with the REST of the world just bowing to them? My frigging god!!!
Case in point:
Tonight, my power goes off in the front room. This isn’t anything unusual, in fact, it’s quite usual, during the summer, because the AC unit pumps out more than the apt can deliver, blah, blah, blah. So, I go into the hall to try to fix it. First thing I see? Neighbor lady out there, asking if MY power went out. Of course, I said yeah, and she admits she did it, and apologizes.
Now, that’s GREAT and all, but apologies don’t get back a day of transferring data to my ipod. Nor do apologies get back the 5 minutes downtime. I mean, it’s Monday night, raw, after all. Ugggggh!
At this point, I’m upset. Not really humongously upset, just upset. I walk back into the apartment, mention something about “fucking nig-nogs” and leave it at that. In my own apartment, mind you. Come on now, please. It’s not like she didn’t walk right back into HER apartment and say something about me being a fat bastard, or whatever (hey, I am, I admit it), or, AFTER the fact, walk into her apartment, muttering something about me being an asshole. Again, I admit, I can be.
Apparently, the woman thought I had said “fucking niggers”, and started kicking my door. I mean kicking my door, hitting it, to the point where Eric didn’t want to come in when he saw what was going on (Sorry E).
Not only was she kicking my door, she threatened me, claiming “Oh, I’ll show you what a fucking nigger is”, “Oh, I’ll show you a fucking nigger”. Now, to me, that’s just wrong, and illegal. She didn’t say this IN her apartment, she said this in the HALLWAY, screamed it.
5 minutes later, the manager shows up. Great, so, by all rights here, since I have done nothing wrong, I should be immune to any “scolding”, right? Oh, hell no!!! Does she get yelled at? No. I get yelled at. Why? Because the lady STILL thinks I said “fucking niggers”.
Anyways, things cool down, and the lady goes on and on about doing nothing wrong, and asking what I would have done. Now, being in that specific situation a year or so ago, I know precisely what I would have done (because I did it!), and I state this.
Well, I certainly wouldn’t have gone messing around with shit when I didn’t know what I was doing, especially when it could have affected other people.
Common sense here, right? Where has this gone, seriously??? When you’re dealing with the potential to cause big problems, don’t touch shit unless you KNOW for damn sure what you’re doing. Her response?
What, so I should have just left my kid in the dark until the landlord got here?
Umm, yeah, pretty much, yes. If you don’t know WHAT the hell you’re doing, don’t touch shit, seriously!!! Once the landlord gets here (took probably 1/2 hour), then you can do what you want, providing (of course) it don’t mess with anyone else’s shit!
Now, keep in mind, her daughter (2-5 years old) was outside in the hall with her the whole time. Not only this, but she was NAKED, like it didn’t matter!!! Seriously , greaaaaat one genius. I mentioned something, and she just held her there. Now, not only do I have to see a naked kid, I have to see naked kid genatalia, because she was holding her about waist level. Ugggh
Of course, all during this, I’m getting raked over the coals for ONE comment made INSIDE my own house, in the PRIVACY of my apartment. Nothing illegal was done on my behalf. Now, let’s flip the coin and see just what was done on her behalf that was illegal/broke the lease tonight.
A> Kicking/hitting my door
B> Causing a scene in the hallway
C> Threatening me (“Oh I’ll show you fucking nigger”)
D> Naked children in hallway (not sure on laws on this one, but it’s got to be close to illegal here)
All because of one misunderstood, misinterpreted, misheard word.
The funny thing?
Once getting back inside, 2 of 3 people misheard me as well:
Mike
I thought you said fucking neighbors
Jonah
I can’t remember what he thought I said, but there were 3 people with 3 different words they thought I said.
Case #2:
This one was about 3, 4 years ago, and, as memory doesn’t serve too well, I’ll try to recollect everything the best I can:
At the time, I was living in a duplex (on Randolph). A black lady lived upstairs, and it was just in a VERY bad neighborhood. Not like LA or NY ghetto, nowhere close, but it was, in fact, just not a nice place to be.
Around 2-3 am, a group of friends (Mike, Doeden, Eric, Jonah, Bud) and myself were watching a movie. It was just finishing up. All of the sudden, my doorbell rings. We all look around, wondering whom it could be. Well, since none of US were expecting anyone, I poked my head outside to see if it was one of HER friends mistakenly ringing the doorbell (because god knows THAT happened all the time). I didn’t recognize the person (didn’t have my glasses on, couldn’t see completely well coming from a dark room), so I didn’t open the door.
One of the other people DID recognize her, and let her in. When she came in, she started raising all holy hell, complaining, pissing, moaning, kicking, screaming, yelling, etc. It turns out she had left her keys in her apartment or something, and couldn’t get in. Well, since I didn’t recognize her, there was no way I was letting her in, and I told her that, after she was in. It’s a security thing, really.
THIS ONE got me an eviction. Why? Because of Bud, Eric and Mike. I could have stayed there had I chosen 2 to leave, but I moved on.
Again, another classic case of “I’m shit, you will do what I say when I say it”.
Next case:
On my way back from Pennsylvania (about 10 or so years ago), Greyhound happened to lose the ONE bag I was carrying that had my stuff in it. Clothes, momentos, etc. I got upset, and started wanting to talk to people in charge. The person @ the counter happened to not like the way I was talking so she called her “security team” who planted pot on me and said they would basically lock me up if I didn’t shut up and calm down. Ehh, I calmed down pretty damn quick, but I didn’t LIKE what was going on.
Another case of “I’m the queen Bee, take my shit or die”.
Case #4 (final case)
BEFORE I left for Pennsylvania (well over 10 years ago), I was working for a Jack in the Box , in Lynnwood Washington. Nothing special to me, I’d done a lot of FF stuff before, so it was work and money. Typically, I closed the store (well, kind of, as DT never closed) , and worked with a crew that I was pretty decent with, manager and all.
One night, however, I happened to notice that the manager came back from her break smelling of alcohol. Now, being the conscientious worker I was, and knowing how stupid of an idea that was, I said something. BIIIIG mistake. I refused to work with her, or for her, the rest of the night, and walked out.
The next day, the store manager called me into the office. No surprise there, as I left a note asking him to call me once he got in, before I left.
Her response, of course, was she wasn’t drunk, wasn’t drinking, blah, blah blah. This woman would BRAG about going out on her nights off, getting plowed, etc, so there was no doubt in my mind that to her, one drink wouldn’t hurt, on break or no.
Of course, that didn’t cost me my job, but I got a serious butt chewing, and lost a ton of hours because of this, because she was the primary closing manager, and I went to school in the afternoon, making it almost impossible to work any other shift. I got hours on the weekend, and when she WASN’T working, but, still, you get the idea.
Now I know for a fact that white people can be violent, evil, mean, yell, hate , scream, all that crap, but, uhh, primarily, in my life (aside from my dad), this has come from black women. Why is it that this group of individuals feels that they can just walk around and act stupid without anyone caring. Better yet, why is it that the public just gives them anything they want, ENCOURAGING this?
Was I wrong in what I said? Sure, I probably was wrong making the ‘fucking nig-nog’ comment, but
A> it was under my breath. So much so that 3 different (innaccurate) versions of what I said were actually assumed. Clearly, they didn’t hear what was said!
B> it was in MY OWN apartment
Whatever happened to freedom of speech, maybe invasion of privacy, maybe these people need to be educated in how to ignore shit, because I certainly ignored her threats, comments, abuse, beating on my door.
This whole thing reminds me of a game. I forget what it’s called, but we’ll call it “pass it on”.
A group of 10 people sit in a circle. One person starts out whispering something into the person to their left’s ear, that person whispers what was said to the next, on and on and on, until finally the person who originated things gets it whispered back into their ear.
The problem? Most of the time, what is whispered back in the ear, at the end is nowhere near what was whispered originally.
What you THINK you heard, may very well not be what you heard, and even if it WAS, it was just a “word”, nothing physical, and certainly nothing to GET physical over. As a non physical guy, my words are it, that’s all it will ever be. Becaused of how I was raised (right or wrong, no matter), I abhor violence. Sure, I may get out and write a bit, but, hey, that’s part of who I am, and I have to get it out somewhere, right?
Edit:
I meant to add this in there, didn’t think of it till just now.
I appreciate the fact that the lady apologized and admitted to what she did. Hell, she’s got more balls than some. She admitted fucking up, and I appreciate that. It’s not admitting it that’s the problem, it’s the fact that it took place in the first place, and the fact that she had such a fit over words that she thought (incorrectly) which I said.
Peace, love, and all the happy dreams you can imagine. I’m out:
-=T=-
