August 4, 2008

I don't know how I feel about this.

I just ran across this story about a white intellectual woman 'losing her innocence' and her 'love affair with Harlem.' How? She was mugged in front of her favorite jazz dive by a black man that she knew - and nobody in the club or on the street would help her or give statements to the police.

I'm not sure which is stronger - my feeling of disbelief that this woman lasted this long without such an event occurring, or my feeling of annoyance at the 'oh my goodness even *I* have been affected and I'm so tolerant!' vibe it projects.

It's made worse by her litany of hints - the man who mugged her was an ex-con who learned hairdressing in prison, so she'd made an appointment with him. The second visit, she's 'sure' he stole her wallet, so she didn't go back. When she ran into him outside the club, he threw her to the ground and 'ambled' off with her handbag.

For fuck's sake.

I'm not even going to comment here, I don't think, right now. There's just so much ridiculousness in this story that I don't know where to start. Lady, this is New York, fuck that it's Harlem. Your behavior is so bizarre to me as a New Yorker (screw my race) that I just can't even figure out whether I feel sympathy for you, pity, or sheer disgust.

Posted by jbz at August 4, 2008 5:16 PM | TrackBack

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