(the pic above is of the actual prick that this story is about)
So… after a pretty successful trip to San Diego (which is German for “Whale’s Vagina”) – I caught my flight back up to the Emerald City. I walked from the terminal headed to baggage claim listening to “XXX” by Kendrick Lamar and probably noticeably jamming out to it in stride. The casual bystander probably noticed my sauce and wanted to say something to me..but they didn’t because they knew I was glowed up and I didn’t have time for mediocre encounters (but I digress)… So I get to the baggage claim and there’s a man (pictured above) to my right, he looked like he voted for 45 twice in the same election, and there was also a lady standing right in front of me.
The conveyor belt starts to move and I noticed that my suitcase was fourth in a line of regular luggage bags. I turned to the man next to me and said “Pardon me” and stepped up to grab my luggage. Now since there was a woman in front of me, I had to step in front of him, which is why I said PARDON ME.
AS I LEANED FORWARD TO GET MY LUGGAGE – THIS MARK PUTS ONE HAND ON EACH SHOULDER AND PUSHES ME OUT OF THE WAY!
I turned around and did not act like a man of God. In short, I wanted to know who the hell he thought he was – and of course this was seasoned with choice expletives of the greatest variety. As I thought about punching him dead center of his face, I also saw myself being handcuffed….because black. He proclaimed that I had no right to block the carousel – I told him that I pardoned myself and asked how else was I supposed to get my luggage but by walking up to it. I stormed off enraged. When I got outside I started pacing back and forth, I talked myself into going back inside and punching him in the temple. When I got back inside – I thought of myself getting handcuffed by the police and taken to jail. I walked back outside…paced some more. I went in again and talked myself out of it again. I took a picture of him and decided to resort to using a system that was created to incarcerate and vilify me – the lovely protector and servers that were outside.
I told Officer Bohm of Seattle PD of the incident, and I also told him that the guy was still in there if he wanted me to point him out. He was more concerned with taking notes in his notepad than actually helping me. I was telling him that he was going to leave soon – but he said even if that was the case that he would walk around to see if he would bump into him. Mind you…he said this without asking me for a description of the man. So I knew he was trash. I was over it at that point – so i just got in the car with Matt and we drove off.
My take-aways were –
- I don’t think he ever thought of the consequences of pushing someone because wyfolk reasons
- Why does he think that he has the right to put his hands on me and push me – even if i was blocking the conveyor, it wasn’t grounds for physicality of any sort. Kiiiiiiind of like killing black people for petty crimes or for no crimes at all.
- This man, in all of his privileged glory, at NO point thought that what he was doing was wrong – and honestly a little jail time would’ve been worth it to have him sucking roast beef through a straw for the next couple of weeks. At least at a micro level he wouldn’t be so cavalier to put his hands on people anymore. And it would’ve made more of a difference than dealing with the law.
- AND WE ALL KNOW DANG WELL THAT HAD THAT BEEN ME THAT DID SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO SOMEBODY – THAT THIS BLOG POST WOULDN’T EVEN EXIST BECAUSE I’D BE IN JAIL