African American

I'm black - a black woman with a white mother.

In 1978 in Rochester NY - a neighbor gunned his car at me - i was five. He moved a few months later.

That summer, while visiting Talladega my mother loaded us up, including My cousins into the back of a truck and took us to a Dairy Queen - where we were refused service.

I will stop there - I'm not into racism porn.

My dad, a son of Alabama told me in 2011 It's coming around again.

He was right - blatant bigotry is back.

It's great you talk to people - but you wrote that to someone who has had EIGHT letters dropped through the mail slot of her front door since last December calling me a Nigger, My husband the lover of one, telling us to leave etc etc.

Guess what? I live in Fucking NEW JERSEY.

So that's great - have your little coffee talks. I live this shit every day in NJ.


Oh yeah - I'm the product of a mixed race family and my husband is white. So your friend can fuck off. He's no better than me or Kamala or Barack.

Like me he's a descendent of a black American slave - his great grandmother was probably raped too. He's got a drop of white blood - he shouldn't be so stuck up.

PS - do you really think black folks up North don't barbecue? It's good you have some black friends - but don't touch their hair.