Yes they did. As I grew up in section 8 housing after about a month of constantly being beat up, having things stolen from me, and being berated constantly because of my race my mother sat me down and said "what are you doing to make them mad?" I wasnt doing anything, I was white. I moved in to this neighborhood from a good area when my parents were splitting up. I was young, never experience that kind of situation before. I tried to be their friends, I practiced freestyle rap, i tried to dress like them, tried to bring them food from my house, wasted a birthday present on "cool" shoes to try to impress them nothing worked.
Ultimately the only thing that worked was violence. One day I started fighting back, it got worse for a while, but i always fought back. There wasn't some great strategy or plan i was just angry, i wanted to hurt these kids. One day i got pushed down to the ground next to a brick and the dude that pushed me got the brick in the face. Of course i was suspended and had to meet with a counselor, i imagine these days I would have gone to jail. I still got in a fight about once a week after that, but they started hesitating. These fights were violent, and I gave as good as I got. They would always start the same way, in some invisible way i was disrespecting the other neighborhood kids. My shirt was the wrong color that day, i had a poster board, i talked to much, i didnt talk enough. Once a fight started because i was in the same grade as a kid, but i was in algebra. "Did i think i was better than him?" They always ended the same way too. No matter who started it, who was winning, whatever, eventually the other kids would start taken pot shots at me and that would inevitably lead to them all jumping in untill someone stopped them a bus driver, a passing car, a teacher.
Everyone deals with the same shit you're not difderent.
Yes they did. As I grew up in section 8 housing after about a month of constantly being beat up, having things stolen from me, and being berated constantly because of my race my mother sat me down and said "what are you doing to make them mad?" I wasnt doing anything, I was white. I moved in to this neighborhood from a good area when my parents were splitting up. I was young, never experience that kind of situation before. I tried to be their friends, I practiced freestyle rap, i tried to dress like them, tried to bring them food from my house, wasted a birthday present on "cool" shoes to try to impress them nothing worked.
Ultimately the only thing that worked was violence. One day I started fighting back, it got worse for a while, but i always fought back. There wasn't some great strategy or plan i was just angry, i wanted to hurt these kids. One day i got pushed down to the ground next to a brick and the dude that pushed me got the brick in the face. Of course i was suspended and had to meet with a counselor, i imagine these days I would have gone to jail. I still got in a fight about once a week after that, but they started hesitating. These fights were violent, and I gave as good as I got. They would always start the same way, in some invisible way i was disrespecting the other neighborhood kids. My shirt was the wrong color that day, i had a poster board, i talked to much, i didnt talk enough. Once a fight started because i was in the same grade as a kid, but i was in algebra. "Did i think i was better than him?" They always ended the same way too. No matter who started it, who was winning, whatever, eventually the other kids would start taken pot shots at me and that would inevitably lead to them all jumping in untill someone stopped them a bus driver, a passing car, a teacher.
Everyone deals with the same shit you're not difderent.