Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Use the N word where I can hear it? Do. Not. Dare.

For years, in my neighborhood, and probably in many others, there seems to be an unfathomable entitlement bestowed among folks with darker skin than others—mostly among the adult-to-I'm-almost-an-adult crowd—to use the N word without so much as a pause. I hear it all the time. I hear it on buses, in subways, on the street, and in the lyrics to songs. When I hear it, I inevitably glance around and see the cringing of faces too—what? Intimidated?—to object.

I've objected and will continue to object. Loudly.

I don't give one good bleep what the color of your skin is. Do. Not. Use. The N word. In. My. Presence.

You are not entitled.

That is all.