Sand Nigger

On Saturday night while out in the marina my cousin was called a Sand Nigger by some random prick. Yes he was a little guy. Yes he had no foundation on which to call her that. Yes, he was drunk. But the bottom line is, the words slipped from his mouth and from that point there is no return.

I didn't realize that he had said it at first, but she looked at me and repeated what he'd said and that was all that I needed. My good friend Katie was right there with me. We pushed him yelling "What did you say?!! What did you say!?!" as a look of bewilderment with a dash of fear spread across his face. I then proceeded to tell him to "get the fuck out of here!!!" (the bar we were in) as people stared and began to realize something was going down. "Get the fuck out of here!" I yelled as I pushed him toward the door "Get out!!". I got him all the way out the door and defeated, he left. I then turned around to a bar full of people staring at me and wondering why, and I quickly realized most of them would never understand. And then it dawned on me that I was that black girl that got crazy in the bar and wondered how life could so blatantly be tit for tat.