It's late night, and after a day of shooting shots, maybe I should actually explain to all of you who I am. And why I battle so hard.
I'm a 35 year old cis black male. And I grew up in a few of the whitest suburbs in the Midwest.
Guess who had to read the Whipping Boy parts?
I was nicknamed The Whipping Boy for the rest of the year.
Of course, I had no idea this was going on. I just saw my mom HOT one day. And the next day Ms. Everett was REAL nice
And the rest of my classmates did nothing.
I fended the dude off, but that was the first time I realized how alone you would be in the midst of pale faces. The kindness ends at taking action.
He acted like I was a predator. Why? Cause I was dating white girls.
He made sure to remind me he had daughters. And often thought about their health.
A kid flipped a tray of food on me. I stood up and threatened to whoop his ass. But didn't. Didn't even touch him. Just gave him that side eye.
3 days suspension. With 3 days left in the school year...
By the police.
Shot 16 times.
They said he had a gun.
He was a Vietnam vet. But vet status only goes so far when you're black.
The cops pulled me aside and checked me vigorously for several minutes.
It was only afterward, when my white friend said, "Dude...I think they molested you..."
That I realized what that sick feeling was.
I had been doing martial arts by then. I was ready.
Pretty sure that kids nose is still crooked.
But you can't pull punches when three teenage kids surround you. It's life or death. Your death.
In reality, I was lucky. Despite all those things, I can say I got the pleasant end of things.
I don't say these things for sympathy, no.
I'm building a world that will hopefully push ours toward one that doesn't have that shit. Fiction serves as the vessel.
It's dark and full of terrors.
I HAVE to succeed. And work 3x harder to get it.
I won't be a silent participant in anything that makes someone else's life a horror. Nor will I associate with anyone that does.
I did it because THIS is how I know how to fight. Through words. Through the imagination.
And my experiences are what drives it.