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People from other countries typically don't deal with it until it smacks them in the face. I know you are not that bright but while she can probably pass for being Black her idea of "Black" is probably shaped by what she has been told. Even some Africans don't think they are Black until they realize its not just an African American thing. Its a melanin enriched thing which frightens white racists.It is well described to be a racist country - right???
How many decades ago YARD? 60 years ago...its a completely different generation. And I hate to break the bad little bubble that you have but even then attacking a small child (you know besides the sexual assaulting teenagers and murderers) such as a 2 year even then would result in whites rebelling against the ones psychopathic enough to do it. Nowadays, you couldn't get that many random whites together to attack any blacks including rapists and murders much less go after a 2 year old. Sorry didn't happen. Not consistent with current culture. Sorry it is bs, the one claiming it always lies about such incident as he/it tries to pimp race wars. You all know this to be true.It's not exactly true. There was a time as we all know when there were large groups and masses of white people who wore white sheets and chased blacks through the streets
But it is also true that popular culture and the evolution of society encourages more docile white people and celebrates more in your face behavior from other "races"
Still, I've seen plenty of aggressive white people inside of certain demographics. As for the Woman here... i just noticed at the end of the article that she is an author... I sort of suspected that actually as i continued reading.
I think it would be much more believable coming from a regular person. So now I have to wonder if she is just an AOC type who believes in moral truth being just as valid as factual truth.
So you think a race of people that often would cut the unborn child from the womb of a mother (as their own children watched) they just hung would come to the defense of a woman they thought was the same race? Are you seriously telling me its beyond you to believe that?And I really doubt MOST people would.
You need to use quotation marks if you are quoting something.It was at a local barbecue joint in downtown Lexington, Kentucky, when a tall man approached the table where I was sitting with my two daughters, 4 and 2. He lingered there long enough, just looking at us, that I’d begun to hatch an escape plan. I’d already broken into a full-blown sweat before I even realized what he’d just done: spit on my 2-year-old, his saliva landing on her thigh. He then walked away, muttering the N-word under his breath, oblivious to the inaccuracy of the insult.
I was born and raised in Malaysia. I am biracial, of Malay and Indian descent. I came to the United States after falling in love and marrying my blond, blue-eyed American husband. Though I am brown and my husband white, my children, born here in America ― true blue Americans ― are neither. They have an indiscernible olive skin tone, but they are not white.
My neighbors and community voiced their silent agreement, condoning such a vile act when they offered no defense, no comfort, not even acknowledgment that it happened.
The entire restaurant, all white diners from what I could see around me, had watched the incident, avoided eye contact with me, and carried on with their lunches, glancing at us from time to time, confirming what I knew to be true already: We were the others.
I’m also treated very differently when I’m with my white husband than when I’m on my own. People have yelled at me, “Go back where you came from.” Retail assistants have followed me around stores, saying, “There is nothing here for you.” A woman at a makeup counter once denied me service, glancing past me at the white woman behind me in line, telling her she was ready, as if I were invisible. But the glob of spit that hit my daughter that day was a whole new low. I could hold it in and tolerate my pain when the aggressions were directed toward me, but it burned me in a way I hadn’t felt before to see my children subject to such indignity.
A Man Spit On My Toddler And Called Her The N-Word. It Changed How I Understand America.
"Perhaps there have always been men who want to spit on 2-year-old brown girls, but the brazenness I’ve witnessed has escalated; in fact, it now soars."www.huffpost.com
What can you say?
How do you think a person should react to something like this being done to their child?
There are more cues that the story is pure fiction. Who is Huffpo's biggest audience? Woke liberal white women. That is the intended audience, which is why she goes on about how she is more like them than she is like you. You see only racism and miss everything else.She made no implication the rest of the restaurant was complicit in the incident. Not sure how you got that from her story unless you're just feeling defensive. She was pointing out how they made her feel like an outsider due to their lack of action and their non verbal cues. You know how you can walk into a room and no one has to say a word and you can tell something is wrong? How do you know that? Its the non verbal cues.
did you condemn the black flies matter criminals? no you didn't....It was at a local barbecue joint in downtown Lexington, Kentucky, when a tall man approached the table where I was sitting with my two daughters, 4 and 2. He lingered there long enough, just looking at us, that I’d begun to hatch an escape plan. I’d already broken into a full-blown sweat before I even realized what he’d just done: spit on my 2-year-old, his saliva landing on her thigh. He then walked away, muttering the N-word under his breath, oblivious to the inaccuracy of the insult.
I was born and raised in Malaysia. I am biracial, of Malay and Indian descent. I came to the United States after falling in love and marrying my blond, blue-eyed American husband. Though I am brown and my husband white, my children, born here in America ― true blue Americans ― are neither. They have an indiscernible olive skin tone, but they are not white.
My neighbors and community voiced their silent agreement, condoning such a vile act when they offered no defense, no comfort, not even acknowledgment that it happened.
The entire restaurant, all white diners from what I could see around me, had watched the incident, avoided eye contact with me, and carried on with their lunches, glancing at us from time to time, confirming what I knew to be true already: We were the others.
I’m also treated very differently when I’m with my white husband than when I’m on my own. People have yelled at me, “Go back where you came from.” Retail assistants have followed me around stores, saying, “There is nothing here for you.” A woman at a makeup counter once denied me service, glancing past me at the white woman behind me in line, telling her she was ready, as if I were invisible. But the glob of spit that hit my daughter that day was a whole new low. I could hold it in and tolerate my pain when the aggressions were directed toward me, but it burned me in a way I hadn’t felt before to see my children subject to such indignity.
A Man Spit On My Toddler And Called Her The N-Word. It Changed How I Understand America.
"Perhaps there have always been men who want to spit on 2-year-old brown girls, but the brazenness I’ve witnessed has escalated; in fact, it now soars."
What can you say?
How do you think a person should react to something like this being done to their child?
A race of people who would cut an unborn child from a womb? Wth are you babbling about?So you think a race of people that often would cut the unborn child from the womb of a mother (as their own children watched) they just hung would come to the defense of a woman they thought was the same race? Are you seriously telling me its beyond you to believe that?
That's really sad to hear. I'm sorry this happened to you. People can really suck sometimes.It was at a local barbecue joint in downtown Lexington, Kentucky, when a tall man approached the table where I was sitting with my two daughters, 4 and 2. He lingered there long enough, just looking at us, that I’d begun to hatch an escape plan. I’d already broken into a full-blown sweat before I even realized what he’d just done: spit on my 2-year-old, his saliva landing on her thigh. He then walked away, muttering the N-word under his breath, oblivious to the inaccuracy of the insult.
I was born and raised in Malaysia. I am biracial, of Malay and Indian descent. I came to the United States after falling in love and marrying my blond, blue-eyed American husband. Though I am brown and my husband white, my children, born here in America ― true blue Americans ― are neither. They have an indiscernible olive skin tone, but they are not white.
My neighbors and community voiced their silent agreement, condoning such a vile act when they offered no defense, no comfort, not even acknowledgment that it happened.
The entire restaurant, all white diners from what I could see around me, had watched the incident, avoided eye contact with me, and carried on with their lunches, glancing at us from time to time, confirming what I knew to be true already: We were the others.
I’m also treated very differently when I’m with my white husband than when I’m on my own. People have yelled at me, “Go back where you came from.” Retail assistants have followed me around stores, saying, “There is nothing here for you.” A woman at a makeup counter once denied me service, glancing past me at the white woman behind me in line, telling her she was ready, as if I were invisible. But the glob of spit that hit my daughter that day was a whole new low. I could hold it in and tolerate my pain when the aggressions were directed toward me, but it burned me in a way I hadn’t felt before to see my children subject to such indignity.
A Man Spit On My Toddler And Called Her The N-Word. It Changed How I Understand America.
"Perhaps there have always been men who want to spit on 2-year-old brown girls, but the brazenness I’ve witnessed has escalated; in fact, it now soars."
What can you say?
Kick the living shit out of him - or find someone to do it for you. Call the police. Spitting on someone is assault. You could own someone like that.How do you think a person should react to something like this being done to their child?
Something tells me that Superbro----couldn't legally own a weapon.Concealed weapons permit. Browning hi-power.
Cap the motherfucker. It's the American way. He obviously was maskless and attacked your child with a potentially deadly weapon. Covid Mu variety !
Which means that only one thing will make the needed difference, either a killing or a good tongue slashing. I would've gotten right up in the person's face and said, "You do that again in my presence and that tongue of yours will be in the toilet!"Anyone like this has probably received multiple arse-kickings in his life, or worse. That won't change their behavior.
You mean, like a bullet or 10 through the skull?Then they arent really getting their asses kicked. One fact I know is if you deal with a problem correctly the first time people like that wont attempt it again.
It's a story from Huffpo not an account from SBB.That's really sad to hear. I'm sorry this happened to you. People can really suck sometimes.
Kick the living shit out of him - or find someone to do it for you. Call the police. Spitting on someone is assault. You could own someone like that.
call the police…that is an assault.It was at a local barbecue joint in downtown Lexington, Kentucky, when a tall man approached the table where I was sitting with my two daughters, 4 and 2. He lingered there long enough, just looking at us, that I’d begun to hatch an escape plan. I’d already broken into a full-blown sweat before I even realized what he’d just done: spit on my 2-year-old, his saliva landing on her thigh. He then walked away, muttering the N-word under his breath, oblivious to the inaccuracy of the insult.
I was born and raised in Malaysia. I am biracial, of Malay and Indian descent. I came to the United States after falling in love and marrying my blond, blue-eyed American husband. Though I am brown and my husband white, my children, born here in America ― true blue Americans ― are neither. They have an indiscernible olive skin tone, but they are not white.
My neighbors and community voiced their silent agreement, condoning such a vile act when they offered no defense, no comfort, not even acknowledgment that it happened.
The entire restaurant, all white diners from what I could see around me, had watched the incident, avoided eye contact with me, and carried on with their lunches, glancing at us from time to time, confirming what I knew to be true already: We were the others.
I’m also treated very differently when I’m with my white husband than when I’m on my own. People have yelled at me, “Go back where you came from.” Retail assistants have followed me around stores, saying, “There is nothing here for you.” A woman at a makeup counter once denied me service, glancing past me at the white woman behind me in line, telling her she was ready, as if I were invisible. But the glob of spit that hit my daughter that day was a whole new low. I could hold it in and tolerate my pain when the aggressions were directed toward me, but it burned me in a way I hadn’t felt before to see my children subject to such indignity.
A Man Spit On My Toddler And Called Her The N-Word. It Changed How I Understand America.
"Perhaps there have always been men who want to spit on 2-year-old brown girls, but the brazenness I’ve witnessed has escalated; in fact, it now soars."
What can you say?
How do you think a person should react to something like this being done to their child?
Whichever. I realize it's merely a point for discussion.It's a story from Huffpo not an account from SBB.
It's fiction AND plagiarism.Whichever. I realize it's merely a point for discussion.
Yep. I considered that, assumed it, when I responded. But the thing is, that kind of shit happens. I've seen it happen. So I think it's worth discussing.It's fiction AND plagiarism.
I imagine it happens to you more than the average bear, if your behavior is any indication. Personally, I don't know if you are racist. Are ya?Honey, I really don't care if I am called a racist by race pimps like you anymore.
I judge people by the exact same standards
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I imagine it happens to you more than the average bear, if your behavior is any indication. Personally, I don't know if you are racist. Are ya?
Okay, tell the others. I assume you are not saying you would have spit on the baby no matter what color it was
I imagine it happens to you more than the average bear, if your behavior is any indication. Personally, I don't know if you are racist. Are ya?
Okay, tell the others. I assume you are not saying you would have spit on the baby no matter what color it was
