Unsafe New York: Part Thirty Five

HAPPY NEW YEAR! OR "WHITE WHORE"
Went to the store to buy food and beer, young kid was trying to squeeze pass me, without “excuse me.” He just kind of walked right through me, as if it was his due. I have noticed this attitude on the part of Spanish kids, towards adult women. When I asked him how he was going to squeeze through without excusing himself, he gave me a look full of hatred and went around. A person who ended up coming in and looked like he was cutting the line, ended up being his father, which he confirmed to me when I told him I was next in line. Actually he did not anwer, his son did, with a very annoyed: he is my father. I confronted the kid and said: why do you interrupt to speak for an adult when he is conversing with another? You never speak to adults unless spoken to first. He said nothing, nothing said his father. When I tried to bring to father’s attention that his kid was extremely rude to me, the father ignored me and then stormed out telling me to “shut the fuck up.” When I, insulted reacted to him and said that this was not the way to speak to a stranger, and a woman on top of that, especially in front of his child, everyone in the store laughed and exchanged glances. The rude father, father of a rude son run out screaming “fuck you.” The other guys in the store started roaring with laughter. They all exchanged jokes that featured females and acted as if I was asking for something unbelievable. I turned around to them and said: you laugh but the reason you are in these conditions, poor and forsaken is because you have no respect for people and no civilization. Some guy was trying to squeeze himself past me now, as I stood by the door. I said to him: please ask “excuse me” and do not push me. He said very loudly, spitting angry spit near me: fuck you, fuck you, white bitch. He left. His friend like a little jackal was laughing, adding “white bitch, shut up.” Everyone was high fiving. The sign of a hatred of a woman was there, and in operation.
I exited after them and told them that this was America and if they did not like the fact that they had to be civilized and polite to people, they probably should not be here. They stood there, with one of them going into fits of rage and spitting at me, saying “fuck you, I will fuck you up” and all such sentiments. He then continuously kept telling me to “shut up” and when I told him that this was America and I had a freedom of speech not to shut up which I intended to exercise fully, he said “oh yeah? see that” and started grabbing his dick. As I continued to explain to him that he was in a Democratic country where people when upset had a right and a duty not to shut up he said “fuck America, fuck you, fuck it” and started to attempt to take of his pants. I encouraged him to strip: after all, why not? If so he wanted? I explained that I really didn’t give a fuck because you see, I was not a virgin, after all, and there was nothing I had not seen before. After opening one notch at his belt and grabbing his dick through his pants so that its form and shape were revealed to me (that apparently had to put fear of God into me and make me to forsake my Democratic right to self-expression) he spat, called me a white whore – his helpful friend now put the face and spirit to the name and was screaming “Russia” very loudly, walked away. I went into the store and completed my purchase. As I exited the store and walked past the two wonderful and talkative gentlemen, the younger one who has understood my origins was making faces at me. I stopped and stated (after all, why have misunderstandings among us, it is best we clear them out and leave to the new year with good faith, if he had problems with me) the following: “I had beef with your friend, not you, do you have a problem with me?” I stopped and waited. He looked confused for a second and then retorted, with sudden happiness of a kid founding his new toy: “you have problems with my friend? You have problems with my friend?” I said, flatly, that yes, I did, and enumerated: his friend had a bad attitude, was obnoxious, was offensive to the country that was my home. The guy with a dick now came to join our conversation. He was spitting at me while speaking and telling to me “white whore, shut up.” I stood there and listened. He said nothing new and apparently still did not understand what was wrong with his actions. I started to walk back home. They continued screaming. I said, very loudly: God bless America. This is my country, If you don’t like it and what it stands for, you shouldn’t be here. Get out of here. This is my country. I worked hard for it, so did my parents.” These sentiments threw the dick guy into blind rage and I heard a strange sound, then turned around to see an... icicle (where they got it from in this global warming climate beats me) make its way across the night sky, threw the tree branches to land on the floor by my feet. “Why do you hate America?” I inquired. Another icicle flew my way and dropped a few feet away. “God bless America.” “Russia” yelled the younger guy, gifting me with a third icicle. “Yes, Russia” I yelled back. “God bless Russia, God bless Israel, and God bless America.” Then I waved my head and wished them a Happy New Year. This had a strange effect upon the angry guy. He stood still. The younger guy was calling out to me in his usual manner “hey, white whore.” I decided to own it up and said: yes, white, yes, whore. I am a “white whore.” The guy, joyously was jumping up and down, the other saying something secretly to him.
-“White whore power! God bless America! White whore power!” I yelled out my last wishes and turned away for good. “Come here,” I heard low and languid voice of a penis guy.