Racism? I am not perfect.

I live, for those of you reading this who do not actually know me, in the hood. More acurately I live in MY hood... the ghetto that I have known and loved all my life --otherwise known as the West Side of Buffalo, NY. No it's no Detroit, but I do hear an awful lot of gunfire after dark. (Stop giggling) It is starting to get over run by not so petty drug dealers and bodegas (very nice bodegas) and I would be sacred, except I'm not. No one has ever given me any reason to be. Sure if I was a $100 dollar bill carrying 77-year-old gramma I might have something to worry about, but I always walk with my hood up and my head up and look everyone in the eye so I usually feel right at home. I love the multicultural atmosphere of poor neighborhoods... no one looks the same but we are all in the same boat, so there is definately a comradarae that is hard to understand if you have never... understood it.

That said, I would like to tell a story. One day not so long ago, I was driving home from somewhere at dusk. I was about 4 blocks or so from home and out of nowhere 6 or 8 (seriously) guys came running from what seemed like all directions toward my car. They were in front of me, behind me, on all sides. It was winter time and they were all dressed for the weather making them look a lot bigger than they were. The men were black. (I AM NOT A RACIST.) I didnt know what to do! They were motionng for me to stop and I think I sped up a little. When I was passing them by I fully expected them to jump on my car. I was bracing for impact. But as I passed by I saw their faces and they didn't look angry or particularly mean in any way, so maybe 6 feet past the group I decided to stop, I slammed on my brakes only to look behind me to see one sad-looking, large black man lifting his crushed cellphone out of the snow. I couldn't believe myself. I love all types of people, I even sometimes think that I prefer black people to white people, but I found out that day that even I, am capable of a 'White Moment.' So let me end by saying to those guys that I am really sorry! After I saw the crushed cellphone and the disgusted looks I couldn't bear to talk to them, what was I supposed to say, Oh sorry I thought you were going to kill me... so I just waived left. I am not Perfect.