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Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger ...

It was a beautiful Spring day.  I was working at a firm on 55th and Madison at the time.  It was lunch time and I had run out to pick up an order that I'd placed at Burger Heaven on Madison Avenue at 49th Street.  I was doing mostly appeals by then, and the case I'd left on my desk was weighing heavily on my mind: the documents had to be compiled; and our argument at the lower level hadn't been successful. How could I state our case differently this time around?

I got my food and started to walk back uptown on Madison.  Unbeknownst to me, an older white woman was tracking my progress.  And she had convinced herself that I was following her.  She suddenly twirled around and pointed a long bony finger at me.

"Stop following me, nigger!" She yelled as loudly as she could muster. (I'm sure she must've read that in a self-defense book somewhere.)  I froze. A million thoughts zoomed through my head.  Was she talking to me?  I turned my head to see if there was anyone else close by.  Nope, just me.  She was most definitely talking to me.  Alrighty, then.  I figured I would ignore her and began to move away; but that did not appease her:

"Why are you niggers always following me??!" 
 
At my look of shock, she got bolder:  "Yes, I called YOU a nigger.  Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger!"

I lost count of the number of "niggers" that fell out of that woman's mouth.  I was absolutely rooted to the spot.  I couldn't make myself move.  The anger coursed through my veins.  At the moment, I wanted nothing more than to back-slap the old hag.  Instead, I took a few deep and ragged breaths.
  
I waited until she was done and then I forced myself to look her in the eyes.  In a voice much calmer than I felt inside, I said, "Lady, you aren't worth my time."  And I did the only thing I could -- I walked away from her.  Even knowing as I did, that she would think she had been "triumphant" in her face-down with a bonafide Negro who was trying to harm her.

When someone calls you a "nigger," there is no mistaking the intent -- you know that it is meant to be as offensive and derogatory as possible.  The word "nigga," however misguided, does not pack quite the same wallop.

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