Fear Of A Black Something Pt.2
I think I may now be beyond exasperation at always observing white people clutch their handbags every time I’m near. It has become so ridiculous that if I’m near a white person I have to position myself in such a way that it’s certain to them and to Heaven that I could not possibly steal their belongings even if I was Kali, the Hindu goddess with ten arms. I am toying with the idea of openly protecting my personal effects every time a white person approaches. It’s farcical, I know, but let’s see how much they like to be suspected a thief on sight.