Merf. Thinking is Hard.On January 27, 2011 at a bar in Statesboro, GA I was called a nigger and had alcohol poured on my head. A complete stranger said, “Oh look, there goes another nigger.” and then minutes later there was alcohol on my head, down my shirt, my back. I did the right thing: I walked away. I refused to become who and what that stranger wanted me to be. When I turned around, I didn’t see him, I saw the laughter coming from his mouth and his friends. I left town that night, and I’m just returning. I’m a freshman. I’m only 18. We’d been there for all of ten minutes, if that. I was just standing there, talking to my friends, so innocently. I left Statesboro a couple of hours after the incident, thinking I’d began to feel better; thinking I’d be able to sleep peacefully knowing I was away from my alcohol stained clothing or the red liquid from my hair, but I was so wrong. Every time I closed my eyes I could feel the alcohol hitting my back, and I could hear and see their laughter. No one deserves that. I don’t want anyone to have to go through what I’m going through right now. I know racism exist, but assault due to the color of someone’s skin should not. I guess I don’t really know why I’m writing this. I think I’m writing this because I want to do something about it and to stop it or to get attention to the many incidents like this that have or could happen, but I don’t know where to start. They say it takes a horrible experience to open your eyes sometimes. Well this was my experience and it’s opened my eyes to the fact that maybe this happened to me so that I could make a change for the better…not for just me but for everyone who may experience this.
Please help me share my story.
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