depressedSo in between fantasies about how I should have knocked her down and pounded on her instead of just blocking her blows with my arms and my knees, I was wondering if she was going to be back at the park and go ballistic on me (or her husband). I really don't like the idea of being worried about going back to my favorite park. (It was so depressing to creep into my house after I left the cops behind yesterday - afraid that the crazy woman or her husband would see me walking in my door and come after me later.)
And of course I've been stewing over her parting remarks about "you people moved into the neighborhood and now you think you own it" and what her husband was saying to their two little kids as mom was loaded into the cop car (after saying stuff to the cops that would have resulted in, I think, some bruises had she said them in Arizona): "You see? That is what the white man's policeman does. He throws your mother around, then he takes her away from you." They were too young to really remember what he was saying - I'm sure he was just saying it to get at the cops - but between the two of them the degree of white hatred they emanated, and were doing their best to pass along to their kids, was just stunningly disturbing. I feel like I was raised to be color blind. How did things change so much, and when did it happen? Any why do these folks say "it's about color" instead of reflecting on their own behavior? And why did this woman think I was a "you people" when she looked like a "me people" except for the fact she was psycho? Was it economic, or was it because I wasn't a member of whatever religion she belonged to?
