Posted on 06/04/2016 1:22:35 PM PDT by lowbridge
So my colleague and I were catching up after not seeing each other for a while.
She’s just accepted a new position as an administrator at the community college up the street from where I work. I wanted to welcome her to the neighborhood and her new job.
We arranged to meet at a Starbucks in between our two institutions on Capitol Hill in Seattle. We talked for maybe 30 or 40 minutes. It’s the kind of innocuous catch-up talk that two college administrators do when we’re trying to figure out what we’ve been up to since we last talked.
My awareness of the incident, as I later explained it to the police officer who took my statement, started with me realizing that my right hand was wet.
We were in a Starbucks and there was lots of liquid around. My cortical brain told me that most likely someone spilled something. But then, I heard someone behind me say something that sounded like, “f*****g n****r b***h.”
My brain needed a new explanation. I turned and realized that a young, white man in his early 20s behind me, neatly dressed with short-cropped hair with a dark-colored backpack, was directing this statement at my colleague.
As I turned to face him, he said, “That’s right, f*****g n*****r b***h” again. He walked to the door and walked out. The incident didn’t really register with me, even as he walked out.
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Even worse! The author was a thin-skinned MALE!
I was so sure it was a female from all the whining that was going on.
FTR...I’m a woman!)
The police, for the most part, are thugs for hire.
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