Suddenly at a stop by Nothcross Mall, the driver got up from his seat and announces we won’t get started again for 10 minutes. Great, as if I haven’t been on this ride long enough already (I didn’t realize this was just part of the routine). Disgruntled, I got up to go smoke with 2 scruffy looking older guys, one pretty drunk and really pissed off about the race and subsequent re-route. Warning – if you are offended by foul language, you may want to cover your ears for a minute. “Fuck those rich, short-pant wearin’, jumpin’ up and down smilin’ bastards! I’ll slit one of their goddamn throats - I’m NOT fuckin’ kidding. Poor man’s tryin’ to make a little money for a bed tonight, bustin’ his ass for $10. And now he’s missed work and won’t make shit for the day. These bastards have homes! They oughtta be runnin’ their ass out in Bastrop. And fuck Will fuckin’ Wynn, that cocksucker. You know what? That fucker is talkin’ about eradicatin’ homelessness. You know what that means? Getting’ rid of ‘em. Fuck him in his ass! I remember when he showed up at the meal truck and he was smilin’ and passin’ out hot dogs. When I got up to the front I told him to fuck off and stick that hot dog up his ass! He looked at me and said ‘What?’ So I just told him to suck my dick and fuck off. Alan ran up to me and said, ‘You can’t say that to the Mayor!’ I told him too bad, I just did. I don’t give a fuck about these rich bastards!” I gotta admit, I was hanging on his every word and feeling it too. Fuck the Man. And that’s when it turned ugly. In the midst of his rant against the rich, he turned his vehemence to others he hated and said the one word that makes all socially conscious anglos uncomfortable – Nigger. He said it loud and he just kept saying it. Like a scared deer I stood there frozen and stunned, and then headed straight back on the bus, fully aware the door had been open the whole time and the other passengers had likely heard everything. And as I walked to my seat, the three black passengers looked at me without speaking, but clearly expressing justifiable disgust. I could almost hear them. “Do you hate niggers too?”
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Unexpected Bus Ride to the Intersection of Class, Race, and Prejudice Part II: Wreck at the Intersection
Suddenly at a stop by Nothcross Mall, the driver got up from his seat and announces we won’t get started again for 10 minutes. Great, as if I haven’t been on this ride long enough already (I didn’t realize this was just part of the routine). Disgruntled, I got up to go smoke with 2 scruffy looking older guys, one pretty drunk and really pissed off about the race and subsequent re-route. Warning – if you are offended by foul language, you may want to cover your ears for a minute. “Fuck those rich, short-pant wearin’, jumpin’ up and down smilin’ bastards! I’ll slit one of their goddamn throats - I’m NOT fuckin’ kidding. Poor man’s tryin’ to make a little money for a bed tonight, bustin’ his ass for $10. And now he’s missed work and won’t make shit for the day. These bastards have homes! They oughtta be runnin’ their ass out in Bastrop. And fuck Will fuckin’ Wynn, that cocksucker. You know what? That fucker is talkin’ about eradicatin’ homelessness. You know what that means? Getting’ rid of ‘em. Fuck him in his ass! I remember when he showed up at the meal truck and he was smilin’ and passin’ out hot dogs. When I got up to the front I told him to fuck off and stick that hot dog up his ass! He looked at me and said ‘What?’ So I just told him to suck my dick and fuck off. Alan ran up to me and said, ‘You can’t say that to the Mayor!’ I told him too bad, I just did. I don’t give a fuck about these rich bastards!” I gotta admit, I was hanging on his every word and feeling it too. Fuck the Man. And that’s when it turned ugly. In the midst of his rant against the rich, he turned his vehemence to others he hated and said the one word that makes all socially conscious anglos uncomfortable – Nigger. He said it loud and he just kept saying it. Like a scared deer I stood there frozen and stunned, and then headed straight back on the bus, fully aware the door had been open the whole time and the other passengers had likely heard everything. And as I walked to my seat, the three black passengers looked at me without speaking, but clearly expressing justifiable disgust. I could almost hear them. “Do you hate niggers too?”
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