What it do all my Blackthoughtdaily readers?!! What it do?!!! First off let me start off by saying Happy New Year to everyone, and yes it has been awhile since my last entry. Ya man had to get his grind on for a bit and get adjusted. Now that everything is in order....let's get to it shall we?
Now...I know the title of my entry may offend some of you readers out there. If it does, I can not apologize what so ever. I would encourage you to read on though. Put it this way....the title is "Harsh but Fair", very suiting for what I am about to publish. Now I don't want to say the cliche "my best friends are white". I am not one for the racial bashing. But come on white folks....I'm sure you go home at night and think about your day. Then you remember the first black person that pissed you for the day and a rage of NIGGGGGGGGGEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR roars from the depths of your esophagus. Well.....that is what this would be for me.
For those who know me personally...I work more jobs than a Jamaican! I believe that working keeps you out of trouble, and if you are smart it can help you grow financially faster than any dope dealer. I mean...you sell dope...you go to jail...down time! You go to work...you save money...you stay out them streets!
Anyway...the beginning of 2015 I told myself I was going to get a 2nd job with full time hours. The "2nd" job that I held at the time was dropping hours bee. Messing with my financial goals so I had to seek something better. A friend of mine turned me on to this Concierge service that he worked for. So I put in my application, got called for an interview, and of course....got the job.
At first the work was a few days here, and a few days there until a new contract came into play for a high rise apartment building in the Uptown area of Dallas, Texas. Being that I am a hard worker, the company that I was employed made me the main stay at that building. So between this job, and my original full time job...I was raking in the dough!!! And let me not forget to mention that I live in a van so after Slave Master Uncle Sam got his money, my bank account started looking very lovely!
A month into working at said building I faced what I didn't know would be the end of my "gettin' 2 da money" extravaganza. It all went down like this....
About 11:30 p.m. Sunday (the first weekend of February), I received a call from one of the residents about the loud music coming from a neighbors apartment. I let that resident know that I would call first, if the music is not brought down to a peaceful decibel then I would come uh knock in'. Needles to say...I had to pay the neighbor of loud music a visit. So I left my desk and proceeded towards the elevator.
Upon my arrival (at the elevator), stood two ladies in their late 30's early 40's. Both of the ladies looked to be very disoriented. They may have been with us in the flesh, but their minds were elsewhere. I could hear them arguing before I turned the corner. And when I hit that corner all I heard was COCAINE!!! Let me repeat...I walked towards the elevator...hit the corner...COCAINE!!! OH SHIT!!!
I started to turn back around and go towards my desk. Why...I didn't feel like I needed to be around them while they had a coming to blows about powder. But...I didn't want them to feel like I was about to go snitch. By the way...hood rules do not about to uppity ass white folks. So...I said "Whoa, excuse me ladies!", and I push the up button on the elevator. The elevator doors open, I step in. I had no idea the ladies were waited on the elevator also.
"Have you ever heard of ladies first!", said one of the ugly coke head white bitches.
"I apologize ma'am I did not know you all were waiting on the elevator", I replied.
"What is your name?!!", yelled the coke head white bitch.
"Keith ma'am....my name is Keith", I replied with a smile.
"Yeah....yeah...uh huh!", see grunted with this sinister look.
Now her PNC (partner in crime), was just laying in the cut with her eyes open wider than a fuck! Her fingers where twirling, and she couldn't stop this movement with her leg. As the elevator made it to their floor, coke head number one turned towards me and says, "I apologize Keith we are just having a bad time right now". I think nothing of it, tell the ladies to have a good night, and proceed to the floor with the noise complaint.
Next day I get a text from my supervisor. "He Keith don't worry about going in tonight, I got it covered. Call me as soon as you get this message". So he asked me if I had an altercation with two ladies by the elevator. No...no altercation! Come to find out these two bitches claim that I made sexual advances towards them in the elevator which put me on suspension until further notice.
Two weeks after the claims, my supervisor called me to say that he as well as the management staff reviewed video and all incident reports. My story was found to be true, how ever...management has to side with the resident. They can not allow me to work in that building any longer due to the claims of that resident. My name is in good standing though.
I need those two white bitches to understand that my name is my name! I can't just let you taint it with your false claims of "sexual advancements", and what not. You are playing with my lively hood, and God forbid if you would have taken that lie to the authorities...I'd be sitting in jail for nothing. I didn't give a damn about your drug of choice argument. You like to get high, you like to get high! I didn't see any cocaine! Just wasn't my business! So to cover that up you come with these lies?!!!
It's crazy how we as black people have to prep ourselves, and our children on the dealings with white folk. A black man really has to watch himself out here in "this white man's world". You could save a life and go to prison for a murder that happened 3 states away all in the same day. Now white folk...don't take this to heart. Take this to thought! Look at how man convictions have been overturned in the past five years. Listen to the stories! What gives some of you the gull to just blame a black man/woman for these crimes you investigate? How can I relax and just be me when I gotta worry about my freedom on a daily basis?
Comments below I'm out....
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