Well, as f**ked up as it sounds, I have made a statement I believe to be true and there's no taking it back.
I am a black male in the 18-36 year old age bracket so it is a natural proven fact that myself or one of my three close friends will end up in jail, most likely for a crime we were accused of but did not commit; this is not counting those already in jail for stupid crimes that they did in fact commit. While I usually try to keep my blogging lighthearted and comical, I am choosing to digress for the sake of touching on a serious subject sprinkled with a smidget of comedic value and lessons to be learned.
As we speak it is 10:30pm and I have just left a bar where the subtle air of racism has managed to permeate the entire atmosphere unbeknownest to anyone but me. While others were simply served drinks and left to their own devices, my party of six, predominantly African American, were continually asked if we would place a credit card at the bar or pay immediately. When asked for drinks containing Patron we were informed that "they were all out", and that they "[did]not carry Hennessey." Excuse me for being black, but what f**king bar in America does not carry Hennessey! While a few friends thought that I was reading too much into the gesture, I believed I simply must've been the only individual that saw what was truly going on. As a Psychology minor I had been introduced to a phenomenon labeled as the "self fulfilling prophecy", meaning that if you believe someone will commit a certain act (i.e neglect to leave a substantial tip) and subsequently begin to treat this person like a second class citizen because of this, he or she will consequently commit the act you suspected (i.e not leave a significant tip) due to the horrible treatment or service. Despite preconceived notions and stereotypes, everyone should be treated the same....except for hoes and Chickenheads.
This small episode led me to reaffirm my belief that no matter how hard I try, there is no way of avoiding my destiny of somehow having a close run in with the law or ending up in jail for the offense of DWB (driving while black), FTD (fitting the description) or N.W.B.A.H.T.P.S.O (N***a we're bored and had to pull somebody over).
Laugh all you want, but the serious reality is that I have been pulled over nearly ten times, cuffed twice and even been subpoenaed to testify on behalf of a friend accused of aggravated assault on my own college graduation day. As a black male however, graduating from college and not being dead was such an incredible feat that i skipped that subpoena sh*t and probably have a warrant in Philadelphia as we speak, true story. Nevertheless, I digress....
While some may see it as a fruitless task or outright silly practice, I have been lifting weights at the gym since I was around 17 in order to successfully defend myself in the event that I end up in jail unjustly. F**k not committing crimes, I am actually preparing to defend myself in the event I go to jail as an innocent man. What kind of sh*t is that! While I am not a racist black supremest or anything close, I can safely say that..."white people don't have to worry about this sh*t!" While it could be my own ego which caused me to become upset when two bartenders who make less money than me individually and have less college education collectively, decided to estimate my salary and social status based on my mere skin tone, I decided to shrug it off. I happen to know that Amex charges them 3.5% or more for any purchase under 150.00 , making their rate much higher than any other credit card. This being said I nearly always use it, earning points and giving the ultimate "fuck you" to broke ass bardtendenders who do not even have the credit rating to even secure one of these cards. As a final testament to the fact that I don't simply "let anything slide," i proceeded to write the following sentence on the receipt's "tip" line:
"Robert K. Merton (1968). Self Fulfilling Prophecy. You should read up on it."
While some of my friends decide to fight back by silently saying, "f**k you, I've got money" and not so silently affirming it by buying shots of Patron and popping bottles of whatever champagne is trendy, I say "no thanks," I'd rather hit the establishment where it hurts and take a different approach. If you really want to make a statement, buy a two dollar Miller Lite, pay with a 100 dollar bill and make the waitress give you back all your change.
In the end, there's really no point in drinking all that expensive liquor anyway because we are black. According to these racist f**ks, we'll all end up dead or in jail anyway, and trust me, those are two places I do not want to be drunk. ;)
Live , Love, Miller Lite.
P.S. Be sure to check back with the blog this afternoon as we will have a 2nd post courtesy of WJA3. Yes, We are going that hard. (No Homo).