Well, I’m in London now.
We took the train.
When we got to Kings Cross, as we were getting our tickets to our hotel, we’re waiting in line and this guy at the starts yelling:
“I HATE YOU BLACKS. FUCK, I HATE ALL OF YA. THEY OUTTA SHIP YA BACK TO AFRICA. CHRISSAKE.”
I was literally standing like right next to him as he was yelling this shit. One of the darkest bitches in there.
The attendants at the windows were both black. I really wanted to talk to them about what happened but we had to get going and people were behind me.
I think the issue was he had gone to a window where the attendant wasn’t ready and when he told him to wait, dude went off.
Not gonna lie, after that happened I was a little bummed out. And it slightly put a damper on the rest of my night. I had one of those “oh yeah, just cause I’m on vacation don’t mean people can’t be racist and fuck shit up.”
It was just one of those moments where I became instantly hyperaware that there weren’t many black people near me. I even counted on my way to the hotel. And again, I’m not gonna lie, I’ve felt a bit “othered” since I’ve gotten here merely from the lack of me seeing black people. So that situation kinda pushed me to find them so I’d feel a bit better. So I started counting how many black people we passed on our way from the train to the hotel.
No more than 10 or 12.
At least from what I saw.
But, really, seeing them made me feel slightly better. And I know there are black people here in London. I know that. It was just a bit overwhelming for a day of travel in a country I’m new to. I was excited about London.
Guess I forgot that sometimes white people will be white people at the end of the day.
TIME TO GO DO SHIT/TAKE SHITTY PIKCHURS