I Know Serena is Shaking Her Head

by Eco.Soul.Intellectual

I live just minutes walk from the Prudential Center in Newark. And on hockey night it is not safe for colored girls like me to be walking alone. Mobs of drunken white men are escorted by the police to the Pru so that they can get two hours of more drinking, head bashing and cursing.

They own the night in downtown Newark as they are allowed to do whatever they want, and especially be bloody violent—all in the name of the game.

With the recent brawl in the stands at a popular tennis match, I now know where I have to go so that I can fight and get away with it. It’s easy. I’ve got to find a tennis or hockey match to beat a bitch.

Like the brawl @ the US Open. You’ve seen it. No arrest, no fine, just a gentle slap on the wrist.

Oh wait, I forgot, I resemble Serena Williams. Forget about it. That’s jail time and 92k. Bad negro behavior in public violates the slave & black codes and Jim Crow laws.

And yes, I’m going to say it. The privileges of certain flesh tones and class assumptions (though the three perps look hot off the trailer express) are amazing.

I know what the overall rationale is. Someone is sayig, “These people were just temporarily losing their heads, they really mean no harm. Just let them walk it off.”

But I know Serena is somewhere with her feet up looking at a flat screen, shaking her head and saying, “Ain’t this a bitch.” Welcome to America folks, land of many contradictions that suit the needs of the power brokers.