anyways...more i the news
last night, james and i were arriving at his place to pick up some necessities before scooting back to brooklyn. well, there was this older kid on his bike screaming at these younger kids. i knew what is was about. the firecrackers. they had those poppers. the ones that come in a handfull, like paper candles. they threw one at me the last time id come over and it popped right behind me. i had stopped for a nanosecond to check if i had been shot. i though i had, seriously. i waited for the pain. i kept walking, but i waited for the blood. nothing. i relaized the shots were explosions. my head hurt, and i almost started crying. i held it in though, as suddenly i felt like all the black people were checking to see if i was faltering. i kept walking until i got to the apartment. i was irrate.
well, the boy was yelling and the kids were yelling back. a large woman sauntered over and told the kids to play on a different block. they were setting these things off pretty continuously. they were rude and she finally walked away. we passed,and i was happy nothing happened. we get the apt and do our thing, and leave about 15 minutes later. the kids are there...suddenly james jerks and an intolerably loud cracker goes off about 2 feet from my left ear. i i thought i was deaf. the hearing came back almost instantaneously, but my ear hurt. that thing had almost hit my head. i called out for james, but he was stomping toward the kids.
"hey, you hit my arm.."
I looked down, and there was a small burn mark, like a cigarette end.
"no we didnt"
"yes you did, and it hurt"
a few of the kids looked dismayed but two were cocky. they started pulling the race card on us (keep in mind these kids are proly in 6th grade). go back downtown. leave us alone, you white people.
james says "you wanna start something..come over here. you hit me with a fucking firecracker..."
the kids were all talk and no action..well, until the light changed. we started crossing the street and they started throwing firecrackers at us!!! i couldnt believe it. did it not occur to them that this thing had gone off inches from my head? had it not been for it hitting jame's arm....
i was so pissed and angry. i was going to call the police. but that would just get me involved in something. i would have to go back uptown and find witnesses and talk to the kids...
i wanted to call the police and just say "go check out this corner. they are bothering everyone and endangering other people and themselves"
i secretly wanted they to blow off a hand. i knew it was a bad thought, but fuck, those kids almost deserved it.
James told me not to bother. Even though firecrackers were illegal in the city, they proly wouldnt do anything about it. "How could they not!!" i was so shocked. "if i took a gun back there and pointed it at the sidewalk and shot it, after they assaulted ME with firecrakcers...id be the one in trouble.
reverse racism. lame.
as you can tell, im still pissed off. i told james i was coming up on the other subway from now on..coming in from the other direction. i assumed those kids wouldnt have crakcers after the 4th..but i diodnt want to be harassed by their memories. james says "im not afraid. those kids cant scare me off"
"they scared me off," i said" i dont care. if they want that corner, they can have it"
im coming in on the 1/9, instead of the A.
i dont want my head blow off.
grrr, im still mad. and theres nothing to do about it except just avoid them, like they want us to.