Snowballs, liquor, and cops...Oh my!

Walks up to street corner.  Looks both ways.

Carefully places wooden soap box down on the ground and climbs on top.

Clears throat.

White people are CRAZZZZZY!

Steps down from soap box.
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I suppose that that first part begs an explanation.  Well it all began when this nameless Negro and my horde of alter egos decided to brave The District's snowpocalypse to have a little fun before I was going to be forced into solitary confinement in my house.  I should have known things were going to be trippy when I got to the metro and the power was out, but they were still letting people come in.   I ignored my inner old Black man also known as  Common Sense and held firmly to my desire to go and shake my groove thing.

20 minutes later I got a call from my friend Culito and was saddened to hear that our rendezvous point was closing early, but would that stop me and my entourage of alternative personalities, I think not.  So, rather than calling it a night I went to my local watering whole.  It was packed, the music was good, and bodies were shaking in ways that made me smile. After a beer or two I gave into the music and got lost in the crowd.  Found some fun dance partners and I let the music and good vibes loosen up some of the tension that had been building up the last few weeks.  Meanwhile my inner old Black Man was getting antsy.

After a few hours, the lights turned back on and the crowd was turned out to a Winter Wonderland. 

With the ground freshly covered in white powder, the folks from the bar did what came natural to them and started a moderately sized snowball fight.  Things were fine and dandy until a police car showed up and for those who know, The District has not had a lot of luck with spontaneous snowball fights and the police.

At first sight of the flashing lights, my inner old Black Man said it was time to wrap shit up and head on across the street to my house, but I was still in a state of euphoria and a little deaf from the music in the bar and I didn't hear him.  When the police showed up, I expected people to just start to disperse and head on home.  It was nearly 2:30 am and with recent history, I was not expecting much resistance from the crowd.  Then I was reminded of the difference between white folks and Negroes.

See (some) white people seem to have an unshakable belief that they can do what ever the hell they want to, whenever they want, and the hell if they are going to be told otherwise.  I am speaking in generalization of course.

*wink*

So armed with snow and a sense of infallibility, several folks decided now would be a good time to curse out the police with a few sprinkled shouts of "pigs".  And of course they weren't going to stop there, they also decided to throw a snowball of two at the cop car and the officers.  A few minutes later 4 more cop cars pulled up.  As you can imagine, my inner old Black Man had said fuck this shit a while a go and left my happy ass looking befuddled at what was unfolding before me.

I was so shocked by the fact that this crowd of drunken white people didn't give a fuck about the police.  Now, I  must admit that my folks work for the Fire Dept. and Police respectively, so I have a  bit of  respect for the boys in blue.  I by no means think that they are always right.  In fact, i hold them to a stricter standard because of my proximity to them.  With that said, I was still taught that as a young Black man, you don't fuck with the police because they will beat, shoot, or arrest your ass without a second thought.  And if our really lucky all three.  That isn't some self imposed myth, it's a simple reality of Negrocity.

After being antagonized by the crowd, the police did what they do and arrested to mofos.  And get this, the crowd had the balls to get pissed off.  I don't get it.

It is one thing if you weren't doing shit and are wrongfully imprisoned or intimidated by the police.  Just ask half the folks in the county lockup who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.   But, do not scream injustice if your ass is in the wrong.  Give that shit a rest.

I have a good deal of white friends, but they tend to display a good deal of common sense.  I know there must be others, they just weren't there last night.  Now if there is anyone out there who can explain to me the interesting phenomenon of (some) white folks not giving a fuck about the police, please let me know.

Meantime, I will try to catch up with my inner old Black Man and teach him how to drunk text, so I can avoid this shit in the future regardless of my state of bliss.