When I was growing up, anybody could do whatever they wanted to me and my mother personally made sure there was nothing I could do about any of it. Sister stealing from me and trading my valuables for drugs? I had to be a good brother and let her take whatever she wanted. Bullies beating me up at school? I had to think about how unhappy they were and try to be their friend. Stepfather beating me for not doing chores 1000% perfectly? I had to take into consideration how unhappy he was. Even as an adult when my cousin stole from me, my mother intervened and told my uncle my cousin was innocent and I was too stupid to know who really stole from me, it probably was my drinking buddy who happened to be African American because that is how those people roll according to her.
I made a comment to her about how I know how it feels to be marginalized, and she angrily tells me to never say that in front of anybody who is not white. The racist accuses me of racism.
I hate this woman.
I made a comment to her about how I know how it feels to be marginalized, and she angrily tells me to never say that in front of anybody who is not white. The racist accuses me of racism.
I hate this woman.