The Gonzo Wolf

Look. I know we now live in a funky world where people who look like me (middle aged, white, with an epic beard) are the bad guys, but dammit, Janet.

Year four at an award-winning magnet talented and gifted school, and we still all look alike. Twice a day, sometimes more, I’ve visited this campus, and I was stopped and interrogated by a teacher today; One that waves me on in the pick-up line daily. That’s 200 + consecutive, face to face meetings

For the sake of comprehension, the man was black. He walked by a few stragglers who were way darker than me without being red-flagged.

He asked my business long before I was totally within ear shot, so I didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. He meant absolutely dick to me in the grand scheme of things; nothing but another obstacle in the calamity know as my morning life. I don’t believe he liked that much. Silly cracker, schools are for kids!

Maybe it was because I forgot to shave this morning. Do white people get looked down upon for that? Maybe it was my hat; Angus Young style. He’s in an Australian band known as AC/DC, and we don’t get any whiter than that. To boot, all the wacky eighties Christians thought AC/DC stood for “After Christ, Devil Comes”. Creative. Lazy, but creative from a hillbilly point of view. These folks knew about the invention of electricity, right?

I’m rambling and digressing, as usual, but this is the first time (and possibly last) that I accompany a DISD school on a field trip. I expected more tolerance, but it just appears to be that they’ve placed the shoe of segregated poonery on the other foot.

Between their PD ghost car ops, and their cracker-lackin’ intolerance on school property, I can’t help but feel discriminated against.

I’m not exaggerating. This dude was pissed, and I’m running out of reasons to ponder why.

Dear modern authority figures: get to the point. Don’t dance around the most important questions because you haven’t the nuts to get down to business.

If you are a stranger to me, and you approach me directly with small talk, it usually means you’re trying to read me.

I am illegible; end of story.

If you insist on still using your media-enhanced racial sterotypes in my face, I’m going to instinctively lead you in the wrong direction for the sake of educating you in regard to your own simplified competence. I also find it entertaining.

This was clearly personal. No other staff member stopped me, and I passed a few more.

This is not how I like to start my mornings, but society insists. I’m so disturbed, I’m not even adding gifs to this post. Maybe next time.