Goodness, it has been a long time since I had something to write about up here. That's because it has been a long time since my last episode of harassment. My opposers like to say that I'm picking on black men or that I'm making things up but my long absence proves that I'm not looking for trouble or I would've made up something to fill the void. I write what I see and I write what happens to me. The truth hurts.
Today, the weather was a bit warmer than it has been as it should be. It is March after all. I was sick of covering my head and I wanted to enjoy the warm weather so I just didn't put on my head covering and wore my curly hair out. I guess that was "my bad".
I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus when I saw a man smoking by the bus stop. I noticed him watching me but since I don't like trouble, I just pretended that I did not see him. My bus came and he got on the bus along with me. I was like "perhaps he just needs this bus. " I didn't want to be paranoid so I just sat down. The whole ride there he kept staring at me. I was completely covered. The only thing out was my head and my hair is not even shoulder length yet. When I pulled the cord to get off, he had stopped staring but as soon as he heard the "ding", his head whipped around and he looked dead at me. I was wondering, "the cord makes the bell go off and the bell is at the front of the bus, so how did he know I was the one who pulled the cord?" I started to get a little worried as women have to be careful. I got off the bus and he made a big show of swiveling his head and leering at me like some rapist when I stood to get up and walk to the front to get off the bus. So, I got off the bus and proceeded to walk to my apartment complex.
All of a sudden, the bus stopped again and he got off at the next stop which is almost near the one I got off at. I didn't want some strange man knowing where I lived, so I went into the convience(sp?) store near my house and bought some stuff. When I came out like 10-15 minutes later, he was outside of the store. I was tired of dicking around with this man so I headed home. Everytime I would turn around he'd be following me, close enough that I'd know he was following me but far enough so that he could lie and tell the police that he was just out for a stroll. I didn't go straight home, I made some "loops" and he was still following me!
I turned and yelled, "why are you following me?" He made a big show of pretending that he could not hear me. This man was about 44 years old which is not old enough to be that hard of hearing. Give me a break. So he ran up to me and was like "what did you say?". I repeated, "Why are you following me? Don't follow me." He tried to get all nasty and pretend that he was just out for a stroll and that I was a stuck up bitch blah blah blah. I got tired of his chirping, so I just took out my phone. "Ah, why you gots to do dat?" he asked but he just backed away and left when he realized that I am not his mama. I don't care if he spends the night in jail. Yes, this man was well dressed, about 44 and black. If he were any other color or age and he was following me, I would have reacted the same. I have zero tolerance for stupidity out of adults. It just seems that some people give me more hassle than others.
So, in conclusion, I'd like to say that it always cracks me up when men of all races leave comments here on my blog acting like I'm the villian for simply telling it like it is. First of all, you are a man just like them. They don't want you and even if they did (ever hear of the down low), they know that you could whip their asses and the rape would not progress very far. They are not going to treat you like they treat me. Therefore, your experience with black men will be different than mine. This should be a relatively simple concept for all but the relatively simple. So, when you leave comments like "I have a black buddy at work named Jamal and he's cool. What is your problem lady?", you make yourself look real stupid. Yes, Jamal may be cool around you but around me, or even his own black women, when I'm standing at a bus stop he could be the main one screaming at me out of his car like I'm some hooker and having a nerve to get angry if I give him the finger for it. People have a funny way of showing different faces to different people and blacks are no exception. You'd do well to remember that.
