The Wrinkled White Chick On The Train Today...

So I'm on my way to class at Columbia University Graduate School of Arts & Sciences (this will be relevant as you continue to read) and the 1 train wasn't running local. Everyone had to get off the train and walk, or ride to 145th st. from 96th st. and take the local back the other way. Myself and many others decided to get off at 96th st.

As I was about to go down the stairs, I noticed a wrinkled white lady staring in my direction...she had on really dark sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes. Her face was only about a foot away from me, so I could see that she was clearly staring at my head...she mumbled to herself for a while, and continued to do so as she walked down the crowded stairs. When I got to the last step, I walked around her crazy ass to go up another staircase...

This wrinkled white chick proceeds to come behind me and say:

"You illiterate bitch. You went to school and forgot to graduate didn't you? You illiterate bitch. You think you're so important. My glasses cost more than your whole outfit, you illiterate bitch. I don't know where you're from. You look like a monkey, you illiterate bitch...blah blah blah, monkey, bitch, monkey bitch, glasses bitch, monkey..."

Quite interesting. Being a glasses connoisseur, I found myself squinting to see whether they were Chanel's, rather than listening to her monkey comments...They weren't. The pride she had in her glasses almost made me want to give away my stupid Gucci collection so that I could take pride in never having succumb to purchasing designer sh*t...I said ALMOST...but I really do just love the way their damn glasses fit...Moving on, I looked at her, agreed, laughed a little, and thought "you got me there." Initially, I was going to respond...then I thought about the fabulous glasses in my bag, my mac laptop I was carrying to go to my class at Columbia University as a Grad Student in the Anthropology program, etc., and I said to myself "do I really care?" I say that to show it doesn't really matter what we dress ourselves in or what we do...they still think we're poor illiterate niggers. So we should save our money! HA! No, seriously. I couldn't think of any good reason to try to prove myself to this vintage woman, so I proceeded to laugh at her and agree. I actually found it quite amusing to see the white people cringe at their crazy counterpart, while the monkey-looking black girl laughed and kept walking. She followed me up the stairs and to the corner saying "you illiterate bitch" to the point where the white people were like, "shut uuuuuup!" It was amusing.

White people:
If you have made it this far in this bulletin, this should give you a prime example of why black people have so many issues with white folk. It's not that we go out looking for racist white people to hate. Racist white people present themselves regularly (becoming way more enjoyable when you don't respond). If you believe you are not a racist, then you should make it your job to educate your people. So many of you think we exaggerate when we talk about racism...well kids...it's alive and well...So come get your auntie.

Laters.