I just survived a racist attack by [black] women

Yep. One car of 2 [black] women cut me off in the parking lot for a parking place I was waiting for, and she knew it, did the back into space and almost hit another black woman with her crazy fast driving. The [black] woman who was almost hit approached my car to yell at me thru the passenger window. I placed my car in park, got out and walked to the rear and helped her see what had happened, that she overlooked to grand slam.

Her talking points were as follows: Mine are in italics.


You need to get back in your car.
I am beside my car and yours is over there.

You will get back in your car and you will never see me again.
Yeah right this is a small town.

You don't want anyone to beat you up if you don't get back in your car.
No one is going to beat me.
You need to stop being so angry at me.

(at this point her daughter driving a man's car pulls up to pin me between the cars incase her mother decides to attack me. She gets out. Now the whole scheme changes, they get side by side and start wagging their fingers and screaming within an inch of my face. I don't flinch, I don't back up, I don't turn my back. I slowly begin to smile because my emotions are in my control.

This goes on, without much more talking plots, for about 10 minutes. It's the same agenda over and over, I am offending them by defending myself.

You need to get back in your truck.
Your daughter needs to get back in her car.

You need to just drive away.
You need to get that bitch back in her car.

Who is you calling a bitch?
Her, she needs to be reigned in, it doesn't involve her.

That's my daughter. That's my mother.
She's getting involved and the whole problem is the driver who is right there in her car, next to you. She knows what she did. She should apologize. She caused the problem.

You need to get back in your truck and leave.
I'm going to park my car.

What are you going to do then?
I'm going grocery shopping in there..

You just need to leave.
(I walk to car and remember I have 10 years tenure at a majority African-American Uni. I bring my lanyard and passes attached back to her. I tell her look, look at this...there is not a racist bone in my body. She doesn't look, I hold them and fan them out more...LOOK at this, there is not a racist bone in my body. The woman who cut me off and almost hit you is the problem. I am not your problem.

I park my car. Head to the store and overhear the idiot woman who almost hit her, apologize.

She fucking apologized to the [black] bitch.

It was a fucking surreal experience. Controlled my emotions beautifully. I feel lucky today.