Just because I'm a woman standing in line at the corner store does not mean you have to make an attempt to fuck me!

And when I tell you I'm not interested, that does not mean you should jump on the racist bandwagon bullshit and start insulting me. The color of your skin has nothing to do with it. Maybe it could have been your invasion of my space with your selfish needs? Maybe I don't like men with gold teeth and pimp shoes? Or just maybe I'm on my way somewhere important?

You know nothing about me at all, so why call me a "racist white whore" and accuse me of [trying to] incite a riot among all the gangsters in the store?! You don't know that I live in a multiracial household in the middle of the ghetto. Or that I shaved my head for three years as acknowledgment of the injustices on this planet (and in rebellion of the stigmatism of beauty). You don't know that I spend all my free time researching human-rights violations throughout history, and that I am going to school to work with refugees in Africa.

Go watch Gorillas in the Mist--you'd see what a silverback you act like. I don't care what color you are: Ignorance is brooding in you, and you are perpetuating the very thing you hold up as your motivation. YOU are the racist.

--Anonymous