Yes I’m black in a white neighbourhood, get over it and stop staring
I live in a predominantly white neighbourhood and it’s so uncomfortable to even walk down the street without the uncomfortable stares.
This post isn’t a clever analysis of why people are racist. It’s just an insight to my life and the daily struggles that I deal with as a black person in a close minded society.
I moved into this neighbourhood a few years ago and though I only moved for my new job at the time, I didn’t think it would be this bad down the line.
I absolutely enjoy my job, it’s my dream job in fact but I am constantly made to feel uncomfortable by prolonged stares anytime I enter the supermarket or decide to take a walk into town and it’s unfair and unfortunate to say the least.
In case any of you were wondering, I’m black and educated enough to realise that people act “normal” to what is familiar to them. Seeing a black man in a small predominantly Caucasian village may cause some people feel insecure in what they think is their own space, but I have every right to be here as much as they do and should not be made to feel uncomfortable because of it.
Thankfully I haven’t been the victim of any racial hate crime (knock on wood) and the state voted a liberal majority last election, but as we all know, it only takes little for the simple minded masses to turn into a far right mob.
I was speaking to my co-worker about how I’ve been feeling this morning and he said they’re probably staring because they’ve never seen such an attractive black man or it’s probably all in my head. Unfortunately, I didn’t imagine an old white lady rolling up her car window when I pulled up close to her on my bicycle at the traffic lights, a couple of weeks ago. I certainly didn’t imagine the scoff the white young super market attendant gave me when I went up to her to cash my groceries.
I really want to move to a bigger city, I feel so free when I go away on weekends or on holiday away from this town. I’m certainly feeling the rippling effects of the failing economy because the only reason I chose to stay in this town is for my job. Never did I thought that I would have ended up having my dream job at the expense of being stuck in a social rut after 5 years of intense studying.
This situation has me down and depressed. Sometimes I feel like quitting and moving back to my city. Seems like I would be running away from the”problem” but at least I would be happier and comfortable. I can’t go where there’s no money though. I can’t give up my job and go to nothing simply because I don’t like the way some Caucasian people stare at me. This is easier said than done…time will tell I guess