A short story about an incident where racism, authority, and understanding collide.
While one the phone with my girlfriends ex-boyfriend, he searched for a way to punish me for, in his eyes, stealing his lady. The only thing he could think of was one word. "Nigger"
While I am not black, I have dark skin and began to wonder why the word hurt me so much when it did not involve me. It was in that moment that I realized the word "nigger" does not relate to anyone. It was constructed to degrade a race and therefore is no one in particular but only the word used to destroy another. It was the first time I realized how powerful words could be when in a specific context.
This short story takes a reader into past experiences involving death, police brutality, and coming to grips with a world where one word can be used to destroy a person's pride and dignity.