Tribal Awareness
I’ve experienced a several moments of unbridled hatred from black men over the last 5 days. Actually one incident happened during the week and three others happened on New Year’s day.
I saw a tall man approaching me as I sat on Market street, in the warm sun.
I had been engaging in saying Happy New Year to every societal reject that passed by. Quite a few people would make eye contact, almost none were white. Definitely no one white under 40 tried to make eye contact.
I don’t know if they knew it, but there derisive an negative demeanor was like a blaring siren to me.
Anyway, tall black man approaches, I look in his eyes, nod a hello and he proceeds to walk by me muttering under his breath, some vile curse.
Was it the fact that I was wearing grey slacks, a violet(perhaps pink) shirt and a leather jacket?
Maybe.
Except for the fact that his display demeanor was exactly of the flavor presented to me by a black comedian who I used to admire until this week.
Said comedian, refused to look me in the eye as he refused to greet me, and proceeded to say that the woman with me could take a picture with him if I bought something. That was the second incident. The first one was between the show we went to and the previous one. He literally walked by me within a hairs breadth, immediately hawking his products. As I passed I said “Mr. ******”. Absolutely no acknowledgment. Even after this rudeness the picture thing was a little offputting. My date was immediately done with it.
I went in for more. As we deferred the photograph and chose instead to relieve ourselves.
Being pretty much the last patron to leave, I was loud and said good night ****. He completely ignored me.
As much of this comedian’s act involves the “N” word. And most of that vitriol is directed outward, I began to suspect that congruent with his stage persona. He hates himself and thus directs that hatred outward.
My “taste” for what he did was affirmed twice more on New Year’s day. One as I stated, the second while doing my strength consitioning routine at the pullup bars.
Young male walks by, doesn’t acknowledge me in the slightes other than to spit and mutter something about “motherf****”
The average person might find other excuses for this behavior, but how often have you had someone mutter and spit in your general vicinity?
It is an old method of cursing and it is instinctive.
I found it amazing that I was reviled on three separate occassions and each expression was congruent in a subtle way with the others. I exhibit love and receive hate. Ostensibly from people in my own tribe.
Strange days.
