The Substance: Crips DON'T Stick with Crips

Day before yesterday, wee talked about the substance of a crip.  I talked about going through my shit crip stage and eventually getting it beat out of me...by ANOTHER crip no doubt.  So, let's talk about something.

Noe and me

You've heard the saying people stick with their kind?  Most people're surprised when I or we say we can count on our hands our crip friends.  It's not that we're opposed to being friends with other crips, it's just we're not into bullshit or being extra.  If a crip comes correct, we got you. 

Storytime...

Joey and I were at the old Chinese Kitchen one of our lunch dates.  We could walk there from our place, so we went there a lot, the food was great, and they knew us and knew how to help us with our food and get us good, accessible seats.  Also, in that little shopping center, we'd go to Subway, so Joey could get her sub fix, which the staff knew us, and were accommodating too.

Anyway, so we're at Chinese Kitchen eating and talking, minding our own when one of Joey's old co-workers from her stint at Goodwill came in.  There was a couple directly behind our table in the back of our dining room.  This dude's drives his chair to the couple, and starts HITTING on the girl IN FRONT OF HER MAN!  I can hear him calling her "Mamma" and whatnot as he's chatting her up.  As far as I could tell, he'd completely NOT acknowledged her man.

Now, there're three ways I could see this ending: 1. He could just let it ride.  After all, the dude's just a crip and NOT a threat to his relationship.  2. He could excuse himself to get staff to remove the dude from the situation, OR 3. He could get tired of the dude incessantly hitting on his date, and yeah, he wasn't taking cues, which the girl was getting uncomfortable with his come-ons, and just beat his ass.

We're watching this, and I'm like, "Come on, Joey, we need to eat and leave this situation, because I don't want to be here when that dude gets tired of his shit, and I'm NOT jumping in to save his ass."

She got my cue, we finished our date a little quicker, at least there, and dipped.  We don't know the outcome, nor, have we seen that dude since.  So, who knows.

I don't know about the dude, but the crip was pissing me off.  I was incredulous, and interested to see how this trainwreck was going to play out, honestly.  I sure as hell wasn't jumping in to clean up his shit, but the demented side of me wanted to see if the dude was actually going to take the crip's ass out.  I doubted it, but can hope.  Did I just say that out loud?  LOL.

Here's the thing, I admit I was an ass growing up.  I was spoiled to pulling the crip card A LOT.  Did I pay for it, you bet your ass I did.  Am I paying for it now, to some extent, yeah.  I wish I could transfer and dress myself better.  I'd get frustrated and cry until someone'd just do it.  I know the mechanics of it, but it's slow as hell.  I also wish I hadn't given up on driving after I my first marriage broke up.  I could and did drive the 9 hours from here to Galveston to see the ex in-laws.

So, for this jackass to go up to someone he obviously knew, but was on a date, AND TOTALLY EXCLUDE her date while calling her pet names TOTALLY ASSUMING since he was a crip, the dude wasn't going to take his ass out when he got tired of him, just perpetuated the idea of crip invincibility, because an able-body's not going to hit a disabled, handicapped, crip, what have you because...well, just because.

Dude, it don't work that way, when people get REALLY tired of peoples' shit, it doesn't matter if they're able-bodied or crip, hell yeah, even a crip, there'll be that one that doesn't give a fuck.

And again, it perpetuates stereotypes, and I never understood this with race stereotypes, a lot of us have been fighting against to change peoples' perception of crips at large all our lives.  We have to work that much harder to show we're intelligent with something to offer society instead being obnoxious leeches.  So, no, like doesn't naturally look after like.