Seriously the racism of it all is so annoying. So annoying. I understand that I am lucky and blessed to be able to say “it’s annoying” as compared to “deadly”. Still fuckin racism when it comes this whole apartment finding is SO annoying. God I miss the South. I really, really do. Fucking lying ass yankees. Can’t stand em’. 

Yesterday went to see a place after me and the apartment owner talked & emailed He liked me. And I got the feeling that he didn’t click the “read more” link I send with my photo. Holy shit I showed up and  you could immediately see it on his face and if you’ve ever had to deal  with racism then you know…oh you know. He didn’t really show me around the place as much as walk me in and say “this is it” with undertones of “No way I’m renting to this n*gger”. 

And it was heartbreaking because the place was nice for sure. And it’s hard when you have to deal with racism. And you’re just trying to be okay with it. And you hate to be pissy about it because I remember how my mom was in that group of kids who were the first to integrate into my high school. She dealt with a lot worse than an asshole not renting an apartment. So that’s that. No more whinging. No more crying about it being annoying. My mom knew true racism.

Still I miss the South and DAMMIT I just realized I missed Black Steel Magnolias last night. 

So I’m not really one to talk about race and racism. More often I’m joking about the subject so yeah here goes. I’m moving to New York—the suburbs of New York. The place I’m moving is apparently super segregated and super racist. That’s right Super RACIST! Able to spout stereotypes in a single bound.

So I’ve been looking for roommates in the area because yeah all the stories about New York being expensive aren’t jokes. I put up my photos and wrote a lil ditty about myself (Not Jack and Diane…omg no one is going to get that reference) and off we go. A few responses trickled in but definitely not many so I got discouraged. I started to wonder….to worry…to fear something a 2012 minority just doesn’t ever want to think about—Could it be my race?

So I started a second account. At first I put no photo up. I wanted to see if an unconfirmed race was better than a confirmed black race. I emailed a few of the same people with the same information.

Did I get a response?

Yes ,within minutes from someone I had previously contacted twice under my black profile.

Next I used a white chick’s photo. I won’t post it here because I google searched Becky (Why? because “OMG Becky look at her butt” Of course we never knew if Becky thought the same as her stupid friend) and I emailed a few but then got busy with not torturing myself about confirmed racism. I found I didn’t even have to contact all who shunned black me. White me was perfect and they contacted her.

So I decided to up my game. I decided to make white me worse. Black me works for a finance company and has the credit history that’s required to work in that industry but I figured white me works for 7/11 as a clerk. She doesn’t make half of what I make. Also she had a small criminal past.  Would this deter anyone?

Nope. More responses.

I found myself googling these peoples handles and finding out about them. I wanted to know more about their lives outside of being racist.  I  dreamed about setting up a fake meeting to confront them with a camera crew. I’d say “have a seat…right there..yeah right there”.

In the end ,I let it go. I can’t change their mind. Becky is white and she is better than me. That’s all there is to it. Moving on. I will say that I’m from the South. The “awful, racist” South. I’ve never had these issues or worries here.