Wednesday, June 23, 2010
This was very true~!!!
I always care about people no matter what there nationality is, or what social class their in, or how much they have in the bank. In this world, everyone has to do what they can to survive and sometimes it may not be all right. Sometimes, we have to do a little wrong in-order to do a lot of right~! I don't judge people; its not my job, and I try and give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Everyone's situations are different, but on the inside we are all the same...
Flashback
Flashback
(This is a true story)
A little history (I lived in a small town, where everyone knew each other and went to school with the same kids 3rd-8Th grade and then we all went to high school together. Back then, the bond we all had for one another was so close and strong;we were more like family.In this family, our skin color never mattered, our race didn’t make a difference and we all carried a special place in our hearts for each other.For the most part, I grew up caring for my classmates for who they were, so racism never distorted my decisions or clouded my train of thought. Several times, I was in church with Camilla and was the only white girl there but they never looked at me different. My while friends never looked down at me, we didn’t segregate ourselves and this was how we grew-up.)
Johnston County NC in the 90's
I parked my Mazda RX7 in MacDonald's Parking lot and started walking in to get me a drink, when two couples were walking out at the same time. I looked over at them; not thinking nothing about it.When one of the girls said,”That’s the nigger lover I was telling you about.” I looked over and said,”What did you just say?” As they started to surround me. The second girl said,” Damn, you are the nigger lover every-body's been talking about.”
Just then one of the boys spoke up and said,”Yeah, my daddy said it’s never too late to level that trailer park.”
I said,”Fuck you, You don’t know me!” The girl that was standing behind me push me into the girl in front of me, as the girl in front reached out to grab me hair and I punched her in between her eyes; breaking her glasses.The girl in back of me hit me in my back as I swung around I caught her face with an elbow. At this time, the boys they were with jumped on me and beat me down into the pavement, yelling” You, nigger loving bitch, the Klan should have killed you and all them niggers in that trailer- park .” As the girls laughed, the boys kicked me as I was down on the pavement. They kicked me over and over again. When they were done, one of them spit on me and someone else poured a drink over top of me before they left.
Nobody would help me, I just laid there bleeding and humiliated. To this very day my jaw is out of line and one of those boys knocked out one of my back teeth.I never knew there names but I knew they were Klan members and they beat me up for taking up for the kids I grew up with.
I couldn't tell people what really happened or why I had the black eye for a month.
I even told my parents I got hit by a door. Maybe, it was wrong on my part for not telling the truth but I just couldn't have anyone else being hurt over ignorance~!
People look at me and ask, “What I do I know about racism or oppression.” I always answer,” You don't know me or what I've been through. What do you know about being put down and beat down for standing up for whats right?”
I am going to say this, I am not to toughest girl in the world and they put a major ass whoop'en on me (The boys) but I had those girls:) That's way I always said, I may not kick their tail but they Will know I was there. The trailer park they talked about was 90% black and a lot of the people I grew up with AS WELL AS went to school with lived there.
Tiffoney Greene
(This is a true story)
A little history (I lived in a small town, where everyone knew each other and went to school with the same kids 3rd-8Th grade and then we all went to high school together. Back then, the bond we all had for one another was so close and strong;we were more like family.In this family, our skin color never mattered, our race didn’t make a difference and we all carried a special place in our hearts for each other.For the most part, I grew up caring for my classmates for who they were, so racism never distorted my decisions or clouded my train of thought. Several times, I was in church with Camilla and was the only white girl there but they never looked at me different. My while friends never looked down at me, we didn’t segregate ourselves and this was how we grew-up.)
Johnston County NC in the 90's
I parked my Mazda RX7 in MacDonald's Parking lot and started walking in to get me a drink, when two couples were walking out at the same time. I looked over at them; not thinking nothing about it.When one of the girls said,”That’s the nigger lover I was telling you about.” I looked over and said,”What did you just say?” As they started to surround me. The second girl said,” Damn, you are the nigger lover every-body's been talking about.”
Just then one of the boys spoke up and said,”Yeah, my daddy said it’s never too late to level that trailer park.”
I said,”Fuck you, You don’t know me!” The girl that was standing behind me push me into the girl in front of me, as the girl in front reached out to grab me hair and I punched her in between her eyes; breaking her glasses.The girl in back of me hit me in my back as I swung around I caught her face with an elbow. At this time, the boys they were with jumped on me and beat me down into the pavement, yelling” You, nigger loving bitch, the Klan should have killed you and all them niggers in that trailer- park .” As the girls laughed, the boys kicked me as I was down on the pavement. They kicked me over and over again. When they were done, one of them spit on me and someone else poured a drink over top of me before they left.
Nobody would help me, I just laid there bleeding and humiliated. To this very day my jaw is out of line and one of those boys knocked out one of my back teeth.I never knew there names but I knew they were Klan members and they beat me up for taking up for the kids I grew up with.
I couldn't tell people what really happened or why I had the black eye for a month.
I even told my parents I got hit by a door. Maybe, it was wrong on my part for not telling the truth but I just couldn't have anyone else being hurt over ignorance~!
People look at me and ask, “What I do I know about racism or oppression.” I always answer,” You don't know me or what I've been through. What do you know about being put down and beat down for standing up for whats right?”
I am going to say this, I am not to toughest girl in the world and they put a major ass whoop'en on me (The boys) but I had those girls:) That's way I always said, I may not kick their tail but they Will know I was there. The trailer park they talked about was 90% black and a lot of the people I grew up with AS WELL AS went to school with lived there.
Tiffoney Greene
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