A homecoming discussion on WSO:
Today, while on the phone with my friends and trying to locate them in the crowd, I happened to end up standing in front of a red GMC SUV that was parked behind the goalposts closest to the street. As I did so, the driver of the vehicle stepped out of the car and approached me.
“Excuse me,” he said, “my wife’s recovering from surgery and you’re blocking her view.”
“Oh,” I said, trying to listen to the phone and this guy at the same time. “I’ll move – give me two minutes.”
He paused for a second, and then started jabbing his finger at me. “If you don’t move right now,” he said, “I’m gonna throw your little ass over this fence here.”
This, of course, got my attention. Several more minutes of heated argument followed, in which the man (who I’m assuming is an alum) repeated multiple times that I was the problem and that I was a jerk for not immediately deferring to his request.
Read the whole thing. Maybe it is just a white thing, but if someone asked me to move because I was blocking the view of someone disabled (someone who had been there before I arrived), I would just move.
Sure, he might’ve just been a total asshole to everybody, or maybe I was actually being a jerk by standing in his wife’s field of vision accidentally for a minute, but I can’t shake the feeling that my race had a lot to do with the way he felt he could treat me.
Assuming (with zero evidence) that your race plays a major role in interactions at a Williams homecoming is, uh, an interesting approach to life . . .