That Night

Dear Racist Asshole:

I would really like to hate you. I would. But I don’t.

I feel bad for you because you’re living in a fantasy world where black people aren’t people. Most of the things you’ve said to me in the last few days via the 60 unanswered creepy texts that I’m still not answering have made me cry. Most have made me want to strangle you. And some made no sense at all.

I feel bad for you because if you ever move out of the dirty rundown house with no heat that you live in, you’re gonna be shocked to see what the world really looks like. That real people don’t see color. That anyone with an IQ over 70 knows that Hitler was insane, and that there will never be an “Aryan nation” like you think it will be. I hate to tell you, but you have brown hair. You never would have made it.

You hate people on welfare, but you’ve done nothing for months except drink and drug away all of your unemployment. That’s government funding too, you lazy bastard. You will never be any better than anyone else. You won’t even be as good as most people. You’re literally the scum of the world and karma is going to get you. Watch out. I won't be ashamed of who I love and you're too closed minded to realize that.


Amber



Dear everyone else there that night:

It really hurts to know that no one checked on me after I started hyperventilating. That you let me drive home without at least checking to look and see if my eyes were both open. That you knew what he said and wouldn’t let me in the house to hit him. That you continued the party after I left without a phone call, text message or anything to check on me. Fuck all of you.

Amber