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I've been getting dizzier and dizzier with each hour since Friday night/Saturday morning. Maybe it's from the exhaustion but that guy clunked me in the head pretty hard a couple of times. I'd feel kind of stupid going to the emergency room over what's probably nothing. Even my boss said something was not quite right about me today, and he didn't know anything about this mess.
I think the "half of this" remark is what set me off. He was black, he saw I was black and automatically assumed that I was probably "down with it," that like so many other "brothers," I was inclined to the criminal element, which is probably the most annoying prejudice I get in my life from blacks and whites, and I snapped. Didn't have a lot to do with my concern for her purse -- it was just a purse. Hardly worth my worthless life over it. But he said something that pissed me off and suddenly gun or knife didn't matter anymore.
Man, I really don't feel good, and this time it's got nothing to do with the psychological impact of the situation.
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