I am not fragile. I am not racist. I did not survive 6 years of homelessness in Boston, during which I never carried a weapon, by routinely misreading people.
https://youtu.be/Hiq-pOxD324
I AM NOT white with a capital "W," so they ARE NOT black with a capital "B."
The guy who woke me up by sitting down on my bed in the middle of the night in the women's sleeping area at the Harvard Homeless Shelter? He was also black. He was going to rape me, too.
Have I had a grudge about any of that? No. But I am no fucking Karen, NOBODY IS A FUCKING KAREN, AND NOBODY IS WHITE WITH A CAPITAL "W"!
The guy who bent his girlfriend over a flowerpot on the front steps of the Boston Public Library, shoved her face in the dirt and held her down with one hand while he unbuckled his belt with the other hand? He was black; so was his girlfriend. He was very surprised when I asked if he'd like me to call the police. He hadn't known I was there. He looked up and saw me, and said what was obviously the first thing he thought of, "I was just going to give it to her right here." I repeated my offer to call the police, and as he stood there trying to think of what to say, she reached up and hit him and that's how she avoided being raped that night. I wrote about that at my Twitter about homelessness.
Don't fucking tell me that everything is going to be all right as long as white people everywhere keep cringing with guilt and doing whatever they're told by saintly black people who know what white people are really like. People are people.
