Sunday, December 06, 2009
I am a Victim Of Racism: First Recollection
My recollections will not necessarily be in order, but they will be posted as they come to my mind. I am a Victim of Racism, because when I was seven years old the "white" man that stayed across the street from me grabbed me by the neck of my shirt, slightly choking me, and kicked me in my behind. His name was Douglas Green, and he had two sons, Joshua and Aaron. They were the boys in my habitat (place where I spent most of my time and energy) at that time. I was over at their house one day and we were playing. Their mother gave me a scoop of Rocky Road ice cream on a cone, I told her that I would not like it, because it had marshmallows in it, but she had already made it and told me to just eat it anyway, saying to take them out. So I tried to eat it. Joshua, Aaron, Douglas, and myself were in their backyard. It was too many marshmallows. I ended up throwing the ice cream on the side of their garage. Douglas saw me. "What did you just throw back there?". I said "Just some rocks" and then I started picking up rocks and throwing them on the side of the garage. He got really mad at me and said that I was lying. He grabbed me by my shirt collar, saying that it was time for me to go home, and kicked me. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed, I ran over to another side of their house (still in the backyard), stood their for a few seconds trying to understand what had just happened to me. I claimed over their fence, instead of going out through their gate, so that I could avoid asking Douglas to open it for me. I walked slowly across the street to the house that my folks rented. My mother, who was on the phone, when I came in and sat down. "What's wrong, son?" "Nothing." "You don't look like nothing isn't wrong. what's wrong?" "Douglas, kicked me." "What! Douglas kicked you! Go in the backyard and tell your Daddy!" When I got back there my dad was raking leaves. I told him about my assault. Before I could explain everything else, he had already left me back there. I swear that he left so fast that the rake was left standing in the air. He went over there and beat the crap out of Douglas. Anyway, I had never seen Douglas hit his own children and from their own admission he'd never hit them. I used to here them cursing at their mom all of the time. "C'mon shit, Mom. why can't I do it?" They used to get away with a lot. Anyway, I suspect that Douglas did what he did to me because I was a "non-white" person and he thought that he could have got away with mistreating me. Actually he did.
Posted by Khalif "SynQ" Muhammad at 7:44 AM