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a memory; good talk.
2016-11-02 @ 8:17 p.m.
random memory: my brother and i had to walk like 1/16 of a mile to the bus stop at the bottom of this road that went way up a hill. there were all of these really random people who lived up there because it was so private - some elderly, some living in what looked like squalor in these little shacks on dirt plots with chickens wandering everywhere, and some super wealthy who built their mansions up there. those were the people we'd see, anyway. there were many of them who never came down. or maybe they did, when we slept. we could always feel them looking at us from behind the blinds when we rode our bikes up there. these two ginger kids started going to my school one year, and lived up there. the older sister was one year younger than me, and her younger brother was a year older than my brother. they were really rough and cursed a lot and were really poor and missed school all the time. i always wonder where they came from or who they were living with up there, because they only lived there for one year before disappearing and we never saw them come down except for school. anyway, the sister and i were cool but her brother was always picking on my brother. like many siblings, my brother and i got on the bus and then instantly became strangers. so i saw this happening, but i was like, that's not my business, he needs to sort his own shit. one day, my brother came to me and said the brother called him an "oreo" on the bus. i said well, he's not wrong. and he says "he's always making fun of me!" so i'm like dude. you're a boy. you're gonna have to fight your own battle here and tell this kid to leave you the fuck alone. it's okay if you say fuck, i'll back you up if you get in trouble. but seriously you have to man up and just go for it. so i kept an eye on it and saw them going back and forth as usual. a couple days later my brother is like yo now this kid called me a fucking zebra. i'm like wtf? tell his ass to leave you alone! and he said i did, then he called me "the N word." at that point i was like aww hellllll nawwwwww. in my mind, i was already in jail for fucking murdering this kid. so the next day, my brother, this kid, and i get on the bus and i go and sit down behind this kid and say listen. i don't want to hear that you ever talk to my brother again. leave him the fuck alone or you're really going to have a problem. all tough and threatening, of course. so he's like mhm and leaves my brother alone for like 5 minutes then starts up with him again. the next day the sister actually gets on the bus, and i'm like yo dude, your brother is being a real dick to mine, and said some really racist shit. i told him to leave him alone but he just kept doing it. sister is like oh really??? she goes to the front and gets her brother and grabs him by the neck and demands, "are you bothering [tinea's brother]? are you picking on a kid that's younger than you!? did you call him [x names]!?!?" and her brother is like "no i never said that!" so sister screams down to the front of the bus, "[tinea's brother], did [brother] call you [x names]!??" and my brother just meekly nods, and sister is literally like, "aww hellll naw!" and just turns and proceeds to beat. the. living. shit! out of her brother. she fucking beat this kid. BEAT his ass. at first, i was like fuck yeah! he deserves that! then pretty quickly i was like, okay, wow, she's really kicking his ass. by halfway through i kind of wanted to tell her it was a little much but i thought it was going to be over soon. it wasn't. this girl beat the fuck out of her brother, the whole time lecturing him about how inappropriate his behavior was and how DARE he call anyone the n-word. this kid was smashed down between the seat and the backrest of the seat in front of him like a quivering hot dog, covering his head, blubbering and whimpering "i'm sorry! i'm sorry!" as she pummeled him relentlessly. i can't remember how long it went on, i want to say it was all the way to school but i know that would be exaggerating. it sure felt like it though. when she was done she made him get up, go back to his seat, and apologize to my brother. by then, we had arrived at school and he had to go in crying and whimpering and snot-nosed like that. as you might imagine, he never bothered my brother again. and not long after, they were gone. i was talking to a customer for a really long time this evening, and we had a really good talk. we started talking about racism and politics and i said you know, i think the most disgusting thing about this election cycle is finding out how many people are lowkey racist and just perfectly cool with it. this really got them to come out more than anything in a long time, i think. and he says yeah. think of how many people you see every day. how many of your neighbors. "america's not really the melting pot we wanted it to be." |