Excuse Me?

Excuse me? What exactly gave you the right to yell at me? What miracle have you preformed that makes you that much better than me?

If you haven't already noticed, I haven't had the best day, starting with lunch.

In my school, you can either eat lunch in the cafeteria or outside on these wooden tables. There are about six of them, and they're pretty ordinary. But some people get possesive about which table is 'theirs'. It's a bit more clear cut in the cafeteria, my group, as small as it is, has their side, another sub-group takes the other. But the wooden tables aren't used much because our school is right near the Carquinez Straights, so there's usually a decent breeze.

The entire thing actually started last week, when my friends Nikki (fellow 7th grader) and I sat down at a wooden table after we finished eating. We had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when a huge group (twelve or so) of black girls came along.

According to them, we were sitting at 'their table' and we had to move.

Excuse me? Madam bitch? We were FUCKING HERE FIRST and that you have NO RIGHT to behave like we are enroaching on your 'property'.

Unfortunatly I cannot say that to them because they are all eighth graders e.g. taller, stronger, faster, and coarser (langauge, manners) than I am. You do not mess with eighth graders.

So instead we politely say, "I'm sorry, I don't want to do that right now."

In response we get a stream of cuss words and threatening behavior. Much of the time is spent saying that we should get up because we are 7th graders and that they are 8th.

Eventually, Nikki gets bored- yes, bored. Nikki is awesome like this -and tells one of the many girls sitting on the table (which isn't allowed, btw) that we'll leave if she says please. So she does, and we do.

Today, we had finished eating. The school library was closed and we had finished our homework, so we started talking about out SSR books.

Then Madam Bitch and her Bitchetts wander over. Again, we are sitting on 'thier table'. Again, we refuse to move. Also, we aren't talking enough to Kim, a shy African American girl who sits at our table. This time, since my friend Karolyn, an 8th grader, is with us, they use a different resoning: we should move/talk because we're white.

Oh. My. FUCKING. God.

We have spent MONTHS covering the Civil War. MONTHS. Slavery STOPPED. DONE (in North America).

So what exactly gives you the right to say that you're better than we are because you're black? Hmm? Give me a reason.

And about Kim: she DOES NOT WANT to talk. I've known her for two years and she's alway been quiet. We try to include her in conversations, but if she doesn't want to speak we don't force her.

This time when we do not immediately bow to their whim, they start cussing at us.

"Move the HELL off of our FUCKING table bitches!"

"Oh, Carolyn, why are you friends with 7th graders? Too much of a loser to find any good friends?"

And, my personal favorite:

"Come on four-eyes, move your butt."

When someone calls someone wearing glasses 'four-eyes', it really is pathetic. I mean, there isn't a more overdone insult in the world. It's not even insulting any more.

The one that really pissed me off was-

"Let me put it the white way: Please get up?"

What.

Who the hell do you think you are? You waltz over here to demand that we do something we don't want to do, then say that being polite isn't in style?

Or that having lighter skin is something to be ashamed of?

This is the Civil Rights movement all over again. People think that the past can govern the future and that it's all right to tell someone that they aren't worthy of respect.

People think that others aren't allowed to do something because of their ethnicity. That if you have skin that isn't dark enough than you have to change your clothing, friends, and speech to make up for it.

That is what the entire Getto movement is, you know. Feeling the need to change from peer pressure.

What's worse is, after the counseler chased- chased, because they wouldn't leave -the gang away, Kim tried to apologize.

I think Nikki put it best:

"Don't apologize for stupid people. Because if you're smart enough to see how idiotic they are, than you can just laugh at them like the rest of the world."



Please note that I only call African-Americans 'black' when I do not like them, this is not normal behavior for me.