It surprises me how much of the city builds a fantasy in a larger reality of racism. Outside of downtown and the “hood” there’s an intense atmosphere of hatred and disregard for people-of-color. Maybe people-of-color provokes the idealistic bubble of a city person; in places like Buffalo, New York the black person is breathing scum walking through the doorway. There were no dogs to bite me in the ass, but the performance of hatred I experienced this weekend could’ve been the more clever cousin of Jim Crow. 

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