Yesha Callahan

Damn White People!

Usually, I try to be a politically correct person. Kumbahyah. We Are The World. I have dream. Is what was reinforced in me growing up as a kid, being that I grew up in mainly predominately mixed neighborhoods in the New Jersey area. I can say that I never had any issues growing up in regards to being ‘black’ or from being what people nowadays like to refer to as ‘bi-racial’. I guess that also has alot to do with my brownness as well. I blended in pretty well with just about everyone, whether they were Latino, East Indian, West Indian..etc..etc…but I knew then and now that I was/am a Black American, I really didn’t need anyone to remind me of that. That was then, in New Jersey, “now” consists of me living in Maryland. My first fondest memory I have was seeing pick-up truck with the back window fully covered with a confederate flag, as I was making my journey down I-95 some 4 yrs ago. I looked at my sister and all I could say was, “Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore”.

This past week, I had the pleasure of being referred to as a “You People” from one of my overall wearing, budweiser drinking, red neck neighbors. I swear if it wasn’t for my brother pushing me back into my truck, who knows what would have happened. We confronted our neighbor because of his known usage of firecrackers. The night before I heard firecrackers going off, but this time, they seemed closer than ever, but I didn’t pay attention and fell back asleep. I woke up the next morning and noticed my brother’s car had a firecracker box on his window and the window was cracked. Pissed is an understatement to describe my feelings. To make a long story short, when we confronted the neighbor about the firecracker incident and informed him that a police report had been filed, he of course denied knowing anything about it or supplying the teenagers who live next door to him the firecrackers.
Not once, not twice, but three times we were referred to as “YOU PEOPLE”, by this man. Everytime he said ‘you people’, my jaw clenched and my fists tightened up. I felt my face warm up and immediately had to calm myself down. Eventually the conversation ended with us telling him that hopefully there won’t be any other incidents that we’ll have to deal with, because we won’t be so cordial the second time around.
Fast forward 4 days later. I leave for work in the morning and I noticed a cop sitting behind my brother’s girlfriend’s car. I walk to the car and ask him what was the problem, but before I got to his car, I noticed her window was broken out. The officer than informed me that someone called and complained that the car seemed to be ‘stolen & abandoned’. What’s pretty interesting is that my neighbors to the left & right of me see her car parked there almost every night. So I knew neither of them would have called to report it as being abandoned. All I could think of was that the broken window was retaliation on us reporting the firecracker incident and confronting the neighbor down the street.
Yet another wasted police report was taken. I swear, these white people have really been pushing my buttons lately this past week. But I have something in store for whomever wants to continue playing games. I believe in the right to bear arms and I’m not talking about short sleeves and for now on my own version of “Big Brother” will have a watchful eye on what’s going on around my house 24/7.

  1. February 5, 2008 - Reply

    Don’t you just love the ignorance?

  2. March 2, 2008 - Reply

    I dont think this is a white issue as much as it is a redneck nuisance.

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