i've had enough of being treated like a second class citizens by immigrant bigots;

her 'attitude made her nose look dirty and her face grimmy; but somehow, she want'd to believe that she was better than i..

it happen'd like dis,

i went into that overpriced out let called a Whole Foods, and ya know every'ting in 'there wants to believe that it is the answer to the 'alternative' lifestyle..

so, i'm like hungry, but i don't want to spend a fortune just for a light breakfast; i remembered an idea of biscuts and bacon..so i decided to buy said items..think'n that ought' to keep it cheap..esp., with the 'mark-up' going on in Whole Foods;

anyhow, i get the bacon after wait'n out some freak before me load'n up a paper plate with bacon..during which he stop'd twice and look'd at me waiting on him..now there was only one tong for bacon so i had to wait.. even after he laid the tong down, he stayed right infront of the bacon tray so no one else could do any thing but wait on him..course u know he had to wrap his plate with foil right there too..all the while looking at me wait'n on him..o.k.,

i waited..

when he finally moved; i must have grunt'd some ting..(i did actually mutter, 'get a life') i think he heard me..cause he said some'ting to me but i didn't make out what was it that he said.

any how..i get the bacon, swing over to the coffee shelf and grab a couple of $.99 cent biscuts..and head to check out..

the 'chick' checked out my bacon..but won't close the lid on the shit..no she's too busy check out my other two items and holding out her hand for money; well, the total comes to $5.18 and i kind'a look up..and ask..how much was the bacon..

'$1.19.." she replies, rolling her eyes..and smirking..then i ask how much the biscuts, and she repleis..'$1.99..and looks at me with this kinda smirk' then she goes "u want a bag for this.." 

i go, yeah, as i walk away back to the coffee counter..cause i'm certain them biscuts are $.99 cents..but i wanna make sure before i say any'ting to her..cause i know she is trip'n..well a manager is walking away from the coffee counter with a cashier drawer, so i ask her if the biscuts are $.99 cents, she kinda mumbles some'ting about yeah, i think so, not sure you'll have to ask at the counter..so i continue on to counter check pantry from where they came..hmmmmmmm, no price sticker..so i ask the cashier..she's like impatient, but says, yeah, they're $.99 cents,

i say, could you please come over to this other cashier and tell her that cause i think she's over charged me..she says, well, i can't give you a refund, you'll have to go to customer service..(i'm think'n, damn this is rather involved for two biscuts, and an overcharge on their part..)

any how, she actually follows me to the other cashier, and starts to tell her that the biscuts are only $.99 cents, meanwhile at this time the manager with the cashier drawer is also telling the other cashier that the biscuts are only $.99cents, whom is still standing there holding my $6.00 and looking at me like i'm crazy or someting for helping her realize that she over charged me..

she gives me back a dollar, and re rings up items to $3.18 and gives me my change, and asks me again if i wanted a bag, i say yes, she grabs my food  on the exposed food side by her 'dirty' hand and shoves it all into a bag..

and turns away..i turn to leave but realize that the whole time this went down, she was snide and smirking and basicly indifferent to her own error..

so i step back and say, excuse me can i speak wit ya..without moving a way from the other person she goes 'Why? with this 'terrible' smirk on her face like i'm gonna try to 'come on to her or some'ting..and she's so weary.."

i say normaly when you make a mistake you say excuse me or you apologize for your error, and you don't make the customor feel like it is his/her fault..

she's like, i didn't say it was your fault..i say, well your attitude certainly says that, and i leave..but by now i'm pissed and angry..esp., cause she was just so rude and nasty to me and i could tell it was more cause she is a bigot than anyting i had done to her..worse yet she is from india..u can tell, possibly from pakistan..in either case i doubt she was born and raised here..but she's giving me attitude like i'm some nasty person that she's 'had to put up with' when in fact she was the source of the whole problem..and hell'a mo nasty than what ever she imagined me as..

fuck that bitch. 

Only One Place of Redress: African Americans, Labor Regulations and the Courts from Reconstruction to the New Deal | Book Reviews

     recounted in Only One Place of Redress: African Americans, Labor Regulations, and the Courts from Reconstruction to the New Deal, + a recent book by David Bernstein that offers a short and sharp challenge to the prevailing narrative of the emergence of the contemporary American welfare state. Bernstein places labor laws at the center of that development and of the contemporary plight of black Americans. He makes a strong case that many of those ostensibly neutral laws, from Reconstruction through the New Deal-- e.g., emigrant-agent laws, professional-licensing laws, prevailing and minimum-wage laws, and collective-bargaining laws-- were either directly aimed at stymieing black economic and social advancement, or, if not so aimed, were quickly turned to that use. Thc NRA was a classic illustration of this dynamic: It cartelized a huge swath of the American labor market and handed over that cartel power to labor unions from which blacks, with few exceptions, were totally excluded. The American F ederation of Labor was one of the most discriminatory, and as it and other exclusionary unions gained power, African Americans were put out of good work, and, in many cases, out of all work. The now longstanding gap between black and white unemployment rates dates precisely from this moment of government intervention on labor's behalf. In short, Bernstein argues that the victories of organized labor were the undoing of American blacks.

 of course the usual is what's really on my mind..

.. and what that might be, comes in the form of a 5'11 foot, carmel colored, short dreadloc, boi hanging out in my home__waiting__on some'one to rescue him from the collaspe of his 5 year marriage.  I guess i'm doing just that in the 'short' window.

WhyAmIHere?

Some days are harder than others. There are those that simply breeze by, and other then the weight of the world descends down upon you. From time to time I stare into that dirty shattered mirror of mine that quietly sits behind my door. I don't know why I've kept it for so long. Perhaps I don't believe in the 7 years of bad luck, or maybe I embrace the notion. Today I propped it upright to take a look at myself. I thought about what it is I'm doing with my life, why it is I've done nothing but fail at my feeble attempts at happiness, and ponder what it would take to just have one moment of success. I gaze deep into my own eyes via my reflection and search for something, something missing that is. I begin to think about my more enduring qualities, the things that make me Vee. The lil bits that cause people to like and adore me… but after long thought and contemplation, I in fact discover nothing. While I can easily find 100 reasons or more for people not to be fond of me. I can't think of even one that would draw someone closer. And if that be the case… Then why am I here? I know I sound so defeatist with that statement but please keep in mind I'm not crazy (debatable though). I do still maintain a logical thought process. With that said, I truly, openly and honestly of sound body and mind see nothing of myself worth while. At lease not in this solitary state. I admit that I'm dependent. I only function well with other people, or rather another person. But alone I'm nothing. So, if all this is true, if I really am just a waste of space. No job, no money, no hope, no friends, no ambition… then why am I here? Perhaps the better question is what's stopping me from not being here. … We'll just ponder this notion tonight. Nothing less, nothing more. ~ Ryoga