So I don’t really believe in ghosts or anything like that. But maybe I should say “I didn’t believe in ghosts”—didn’t being past tense, because one night all of that changed. And I’mma tell y’all the story as soon as I make myself some coffee.
Okay, so a little backstory: I grew up in the Bay Area, right around the corner from Santa Cruz. In the 70’s, Santa Cruz was known as “The Murder Capital of the World” because the sleepy coastal town produced more serial killers per capita than any other place on the planet.
Two nights ago I was in the mood for a milkshake. But because I’m a black man who drives an expensive car and I live in a predominantly white neighborhood, the story ends with me getting pulled over by a cop looking for a confrontation.
If you click on the OP, there’s a thread with pictures and everything. I watched this cop spot me the second I pulled out of the parking lot and he followed me for 2 miles. The second I turned into my neighborhood off the main road he lit me.
Switched the music from rap to Bon Iver, hands at the 10 and 2, roll down the window. “Hey man, how’s your night going?” Not any house slave shit, but not gonna give this dude an excuse, ya know?
I get emails like this all the time. Don’t do this.
Do I show up at your job and ask you to do agonizing labor for free? Neither should you. You better come up w/ a good pitch and a number followed by a bunch of zeros and send that shit to my agent so she can tell you no for me.
“I’ll give you 2-4% on the backend.”
No tf you won’t.
Mfer said “We were in same class in 6th grade together, do me a solid.”
The white supremacists who have been screaming #BlueLivesMatter when they were killing black people are now killing cops with white supremacist tattoos. They’re starting to eat their own.
A spiderweb tattoo means one of two things: You’ve done hard prison time or you’re a white supremacist. You can’t do time in prison and be a cop, so you do the math.
“Some groups required that you would have to kill a minority before you could wear such a tattoo.”
I grew up in the same circle with this dude @JoshMerriott. One day he loses his shit, we get into an argument and he calls me the n-word. Long story short: He now works as a correctional officer, he has spiderweb tattoos all over his arms, and is a fervent Trump supporter. Math.
I’m tired of acting like I don’t deserve an Oreo shake.
I was gonna post a tweet about this dude in a lifted truck absolutely losing his shit on the poor Mexican kid in the drive thru, but now this is a tweet about me getting followed home by a cop and pulled over blocks from my house.
And I’m not trying to be funny or dramatic, but me going down to the local burger spot to grab a shake easily could’ve turned into me losing my life tonight. Because I’m a black man in America.
Here’s the thing about racists: they’re all cowards. If they’re not in a group or disguised, they’re real quiet. But they still use their red hats, Fred Perry polos, and dumb hand signals to acknowledge each other in public.
We see you, mfers. We still see you.
Ol’ boys hairline is pushed so far back his dandruff is starting to protest the deforestation.