When I was growing up, my next door neighbors were Indian (husband, wife, son, daughter). They had a basketball hoop in their drive way, and the son would always have his Indian friends from the neighborhood come over and play. I must have been about seven or eight, and he was a couple of years younger. My cousin and I would try to play with them, but he was not having it. The crazy thing about it is that his friends wanted us to play with them, but he was all
about it.

about it.That counselor felt threatened by you because you did not live up to his/her stereotypical view of black folks.
I remember this one time in college I was at a party and some fratboyish cornball white dude starts talking to me and my brother in forced outdated ebonics, I looked at dude likeand said "Speak to me in English you fakkit". Dude caught all sorts of feelings and accused me of being "too sensitive"
. My brother then challenged the CAC to a fight and he was all like "Easy bro, easy
"

and said "Speak to me in English you fakkit". Dude caught all sorts of feelings and accused me of being "too sensitive" 
oh..."
s.
. and we already stand out cause we're the only school with 100% blacks and in uniforms. we start walking in the arena and all you hear is them shyt talking the city and '******' this and '******s' that. and i was like damn these are the people i gotta go to school with next year 
khaki's wit the polo on and some fire ass shoes that didn't match the uniform at all 







I'm dead fukking serious.


those cacs with my presence or maybe my parents were just c00nin and figured since all those white kids went there that it was the cream of the crop.

