THANK GOD I WAS CARRYING A CLUTCH THE DAY I BATTLED A RACIST

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This is a hard one to approach, I really don’t know how much emphasis I want to put on what actually happened, I really want the focus to be on me and a very important clutch.

Ugh, let me just get to it… a friend and I went to see the Yves Saint Laurent biopic, we walked in just as the last preview wrapped. From the moment we got to our seats, the woman behind us was scowling. I just thought maybe it was a tattoo thing. (I have quite a few and there’s a certain generation that isn’t into that.)

The music had just started and I pulled out my phone to silence it. Literally a two second procedure. The woman kicked my friends chair so hard and barked, “PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY, YOU’RE DISTURBING ME!”

I was stuck. Like, embarrassed almost. Don’t loud talk me lady like I’m texting and emailing. It takes less than a moment to silence an iPhone. All I did was scoot the sound button to vibrate, it only illuminated because I grabbed it by the home button.

Any other day I would have given her a “F*ck you” and moved on. But today I wasn’t having it. You wanna get loud, I can get loud, too.

 

“YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!” I replied.

She said some other stuff, but I just kept saying it.

“YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!”

 

My voice was so loud and scary, it even gave me the chills. I even had the index finger popping off (not pointing, sort of like you’re flashing the number one.) People were staring to look, wondering what she could have said to me. Her husband’s expression was one of embarrassment and shock.

“Look at her pointing that finger, why don’t you pull out a gun,” she said.

Now what the hell do guns have to do with anything? I’ve never even held a gun or seen one up close.

“MAYBE I SHOULD!” (Not my finest moment, but whatever.)

After that, I turned around and attempted to enjoy the movie, which was just okayyy, by the way. I should probably feel bad that I let someone “get my goat” but I absolutely do not. She needed to know that you can’t just bark at people and I’m aware you weren’t feeling me from the moment I walked in so I’m not going to do you any favors, lady.

No, I didn’t feel bad for her. She must be miserable if she treats people that way. Nope, none of that crap. I feel like I put her in her place and I was proud of myself. Especially for that random gun comment which I did find racist and her overall manner was extremely rude. It was her that the ushers kept an eye on for the rest of the night.

 

Am I sensitive? Yeah, but I think that’s a good quality. When I imagine the word “sensitive” I imagine someone with all these little tentacles and sensors for feelings. Sensitive people like me can tell when a close friend’s vibe is off or when someone is saying something (like some bullshit about a gun) and what they really mean.

 

Here’s where the clutch comes in:

After the movie ended (abruptly), I was still mad. (You guys, she kicked my friends chair SOOOO hard, I thought her chair broke) when I stood up to leave, I had all intentions of leaving her with a final remark. Or if she hit me with one, I had my comeback ready. (Wanna hear? It was ‘YOU DONT EVEN DESERVE TO SPEAK TO ME, YOU HAVE NO CLASS’)

But when I reached down for my random cheap H&M clutch and put it under my arm, I got that feeling you get when you carry a clutch. Your shoulders straighten, your posture adjusts. It gave me a little giggle. My friend definitely saw everything that had just happened in my aura, we laughed and left. (She’s sensitive, too)

2 thoughts on “THANK GOD I WAS CARRYING A CLUTCH THE DAY I BATTLED A RACIST

  1. Jascmeen you just made me proud! Proud to be Black, to be a Woman of Color, to be different. How dare you Madame Anonymous kick my chair! I have earned the seat in front you (Irony is a bitch ain’t it) and yet Jascmeen, she has the nerve to disrespect you…Outrage!! You challenged her ignorance and inferiority complex (clearly) without the expected, “Sister-Girl, air grabbing, ‘Boo-Boo’, ratchetness” she’d expected. With firmness and clarity imparted through our generations of strong women you held your own; Head up, shoulders back and clutch held firmly under the arm. Carry on. Kudos my Sister. Blessings~

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