I have a story to tell, but first let me give a disclaimer and working definition to help you see my point of view.
disclaimer: I do not like the word niqqa. I don't say it, I do not consider myself to embody what the word represents, I don't let others call me it, and I don't like when people say it. I am who I am and that word cannot begin to define me EVER.
definition time, niqqa: A black person that appears to be confrontational and combative, easily angered, selfish, ignorant, uncompassionate, and not willing to compromise, even if it means a physical confrontation will ensue.
On New Year's Eve my wife and I decided to go Salsa dancing to ring in the new year. I've only been once and she never had so it was gonna be a new experience for both of us. Part of the experience was a salsa dancing lesson to go over basic moves for everyone in attendance.
Now as the dance lesson was being given, the instructor called for all involved to switch their partners and practice with others (we were all in a circle, and the guys were supposed to go to the next person clockwise to them). My wife was uncomfortable switching, so we decided to just dance with each other during the lesson and tell whoever was to supposed to switch to go to the next person so everyone would still be dancing with someone during the lesson. I think part of it was she didn't want me dancing with other chicks too (lotsa single ladies in the place), but I digress. Every once in a while, a guy that had to skip us would say something smart and condescending about us not switching partners. The lady counterclockwise to us made a comment or 2 as well that I heard. These were white people that seemed harmless, but I could tell they were displeased with our decision to only practice together. With each comment I felt this urge to transform into a niqqa and raise hell in the place. I mean we paid 40 each for this night out and we can do what we wanna do. Also, we weren't rude about it, we just said "skip us please." It was nothing personal against them, my wife just didn't want to dance with anyone else with me. Yet these strangers felt they could make comments and faces like that's cool.
I tell this story because I see how confrontations happen between people over something small and stupid. I mean I coulda mouthed off to any one of the people that said something smart and condescending, but decided I didn't need to make a scene. I can totally understand how someone could be offended by that kinda stuff and blow up though. That doesn't make blowing up right and it never is, but I understand it. Sometimes people should just keep their comments to themselves and dirty looks to themselves and alot of altercations would be avoided. Sure, some niqqas are gonna be niqqas, but many people (especially oblivious, self-centered white people) can avoid confrontations with niqqas by keeping the comments to themselves and going on with their day.
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