Tonight I think I was a victim of a hate crime. As I was leaving the gym, a Cauasian male in his mid-twenties spit at the back of my head. I turned in disbelief & faced him saying, hey you spit on me. He apologized profusely as he walked away. He was about 5 steps ahead of me when he yelled, “f*cking [n-word], I’ll cut you.”
What was that about? Three passerbyers asked me if I was okay & I shockingly explained I just got spat on.
I was going to take a long walk home, having felt accomplished with a solid workout but now I was too startled.
I don’t know that guy but I suspect there may be mental instability or some other issue going on. I debated calling the police but resolved to alert the gym since that was less than half a block away.
When my safety is threatened, I’m reminded to stay vigilant.
I am fairly certain that was an intentional act because if he meant to spit on the ground, it would probably have landed closer to my leg or so.
His slur seemed strange & unfitting yet undoubtably directed at me.
I realize that there can be a reason to be a target, or not. You might just be in the way.
Luckily I was alone. I am not scared however. I was startled.
I’m not even mad.
I won’t tolerate mistreatment against myself or my son.
Do not mess with me or my kid.
For now, karma will take care of you. Worser things could happen & now I’m more alert & aware. Thanks for the unsolicited reminder, jerk.
