Reading this is a sad experience. A person who is so convinced everyone around her carries an evil (racism) that she has shut off the world at large (except her “tiny black universe”.)
Everything she imagines others reacting negatively to, from eating fried chicken to listening to Aretha Franklin, to even discussing Ferguson is all in her own head.
How does she *know* non-black people will react negatively to any of it, when she hasn’t even tried to share such likes and thoughts with anyone? Each and every prison is a construct of her own mind.
Hence the rage that is virtually palatable. No human being can go through life with pent up rage like that. It’s eventually going to explode. And the real shame of it is, it’s rage over literally nothing.
No one would care if she ate fried chicken or listened to Aretha Franklin, or even gave her thoughts about Ferguson (which she didn’t even do here!)
All rage and fury, truly signifying nothing.
Well said.