To the Person Who Spat at my Feet:
I’ll admit, I’m impressed. It takes a certain level of dedication to commit to an act of hatred. I mean, I’m assuming your message came from a place of hatred. You didn’t give me a lot to go on, but saying “I hope you and your people die” is a fairly self-explanatory judgement of my race. And to do so on campus? Well, I admire your conviction.
I’m also impressed with your accuracy. How could you tell, bundled up as I was, that I come from a Muslim family? I assume that even though I am not a practicing Muslim, being born into a practicing family is enough of a transgression. In my thirty second walk from the bus to SAB, you were able to ascertain my ethnicity and hone in. Was the brief glimpse of brown skin and dark hair poking out from above my scarf enough of a giveaway? Or have you just been assaulting every vaguely tan person you come across in the pursuit of your righteous cause?
Your execution, however, left something to be desired. I’m assuming when you spat at me, you were hoping to actually hit me, and not just spatter the pavement around my feet. Your blind hatred probably affected your aim, though, so I won’t hold it against you.
Another critique, if I may: you blew through your assault so fast, I didn’t even get a chance to respond! There are so many things I would have said to you, if only given the opportunity.
First off, I wish I could tell you that statistically, as a white male, you are more likely to be a threat here in North America than I. As far as stereotypes go, you’re barking up the wrong tree.
While you whispered death threats lovingly in my ear, I glimpsed Greek symbols on your shirt, and realized you’re part of a fraternity on campus. I wish I could tell you that this is not the message of acceptance and friendship that our Greek community tries so hard to achieve, that you fell right into that frat-boy stereotype that our fraternities try so desperately to move away from.
Most of all, though, I wish I could tell you that I pity you. I’ve never encountered anybody like you before. I’ve never seen someone so comfortable with their racism, able to proudly tell a stranger that they wish death upon them.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to carry that much hatred in your heart, and I wouldn’t wish that poison on anybody. Your prejudice will destroy you, but more than that, it will destroy innocent people who do not deserve it. Your narrow-mindedness has no place on a university campus, and has no place in a multicultural society.
And so I guess what I’m saying is that this whole experience has left me thankful. The response from people I know has been unequivocally supportive. For every bigot like you, there are a hundred more people who prioritize love and respect, and those are the people that will actually make a difference.
So a word of advice, friend: no one cares. Keep that shit to yourself.
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