There is an Uno’s Restuarant in, next to the West Gate Mall. This is where I had the displeasure of meeting “the black man”.
I had gotten out of work and wanted to get something to eat at the Uno’s. They weren’t open yet, so I sat down on a bench, took out my notebook and started to draw. A moment later, a black man with long dreads and a very Jamaican accent pulled in a big white Jeep and called to me through the passenger window,
“Hey! Wanna buy a black man dinner?!”
I made the mistake of looking up and answering,
“Aw, come on baby, why not?”
“Becuase I don’t have the money.”
“It’s because I’m black, isn’t it? Come on, baby, don’t you love black men?”
I am a lesbian, but I didn’t want to tell him that. So I answered,
“My boyfriend is meeting me here.”
“And he a white boy?”
“He’s Indian. Leave me alone.”
To my relief, he drove away, but as I watched, I learned that he had not given up. Instead, he turned around and pulled up so he could talk to me through the driver’s window. I was getting scared, and the restaurant was still closed, so I had no place to go and no one to help me.
“Baby, you beautiful,” he went on to say, “I love white women. I would worship you like the goddess you are, baby. I would buy you things, I would love you better than your boyfriend. Come on, baby, let me worship you!”
I told him again, NO firmly, and he seemed to accept it. He drove off, and as soon as he did, I heard the resturant door’s unlock. I ran in and told the hostess there that there was a black man in a white jeep harrassing me, and to be careful. She offered to call for the police, but I decided I needed to leave the area. Thanking her, I left quickly and ran to my car and drove home, all the time looking around me to make sure I wasn’t being followed.
This was almost too terrifying to believe, because he was in a big car, and I was out of mine in front of a restaurant with no one around. Anything could have happened.
Location: Brockton, MA