I used to work a graveyard shift and returned home around 4AM. One night, I stopped in to an all-night drugstore to pick up a few things. I was the only customer in the store.<quoted text>
“There are very few African-American men in this country who haven’t had the experience of being followed when they were shopping in a department store. That includes me.”
At the check-out, I struck up a conversation with the cashier, a woman in her late teens. We talked for a long time, maybe 30 minutes.
I finally left and upon returning to my car, heard a quick "Yo!" from behind me. I turned and was facing a black guy wearing a Security Uniform. He told me to open my bag. I sad "What?"
He insisted that I come back into the store for a bag inspection. If I didn't, he threatened to call the cops. I followed him back inside and he then proceeded to accuse us - the cashier and I - of stealing as a team; an inside job, so to speak.
I got very angry and told him "F*ck you. Call yer cops, azzhole" and walked out while he screamed all sorts of racial insults at me as I went through the doorway.
The following day was Saturday, my day off. I drove up there again and found her working. We talked about the prior night's stupidity.
She said that the negro security guard had been sexually harassing her for a long, long time and she wouldn't let him get in her pants. The result? He was accusing her and male customers of stealing. She said she was about to quit her job because it just wasn't worth the agony.
Affirmative Action at ACME Security Services, folks.
And now the Magic Negro starts his Race Card spiel. It falls absolutely flat for millions of Americans. Including me.
Lily? GFY and the horse that rode in on you.