So I had an encounter while with my mother. We're in a parking a lot, my mother gets a parking space but a lady claims someone was holding it for her, she's white. So she's screaming and bangs on my mom window like really hard. My mom can't get out the car because the lady is blocking it so my mom hits her with the door and the white lady is crying wolf... I get out to make sure she doesn't put her hands on my mother, I'm yelling don't touch my mother. The lady backed up when i said that and ran back to her car lol The lady is still cursing, then once in the car drives off saying the N word and go back to Africa, the usual from racist. All this because of a parking spot. This happened in New York City. This was my second verbal encounter with a racist white person in NYC. The other was a white crackhead lol. So what was your encounter, what did you do and what state and area where you in when it happened.
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I've only experienced it one single time but it has stuck with me because it was so painful. Coming from Switzerland, I've never experienced any racism, neither on myself nor on others. I would say that there is very little racism in Switzerland... certainly compared to countries like the US. However, I've lived and studied in South Korea for some time because my girlfriend comes from there and that's where I was once verbally attacked by an elderly Korean guy. The whole thing was pretty ugly. I would have loved to punch him in the face but when you're in a country like Korea or Japan, that's not a very smart idea. The police would've valued my word lower than his already for the simple fact that I was a foreigner. So I just yelled at him and eventually chased him away.
I have to admit though that I didn't catch much sleep that night. Maybe for Americans these things are so daily and routine that you don't even care anymore but I still remember I was absolutely shocked. I knew racism exists in the world but I had been living in a pretty racism-free bubble so far. The feeling that somebody hates you for something that you can't change is excruciating. I know this from another part about myself: I happen to have a physical disability and there were a few people in my childhood and teenage years who bullied me for it. The fact that you already struggle much more than other kids and you have to go to the doctor and hospitals all the time and then there's this one or two older kids who hate you for having been born with that disability is very, very painful. The feeling is worse than anger... it's complete helplessness. That's how I also felt during that racist encounter.0
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I was a freshman in high school and a chick who had a locker next to mines was a racist. She wore confederate flags, had white supremacist logos on her backpack and clothing. She had blonde hair and green eyes. One day I was getting my books and she was in her locker while I was there... she turns and says "Oh great I'm neighboring next to a dirt baby. As if there isn't enough of you filthy niggers wondering around." I ignored her because I don't respond to ignorance. So the verbal abuse continued for weeks on end until one day she spat at me. I lost it and beat her ass. I bashed her head in the lockers and kicked her ass. Spitting is beyond disrespectful and never taken lightly with me. She transferred after our suspension was over 😊😂 Funny thing about it was that her dad left her mom for a black chick and her little brother is half black 😂😂😂😂😂😂💀1