White Boy

I just got called “white boy” as I rode my bike past the Iberville projects:

“White boy! White boy! Come here!”

Just like old times. I haven’t been white boyed since Katrina. Yes, things must be getting back to normal here in New Orleans. By way of contrast, just a month ago I rode my bike through the Iberville projects and encountered some young men smoking reefer on the sidewalk. I think they wanted to intimidate me, but they were off their game. They called me “bike boy.” It was kind of pathetic.

4 thoughts on “White Boy”

  1. Congratulations white boy. For more guaranteed chip up on their shoulder urban edginess try the Galvez/Canal Spur (Ideal Mart). It is as you say (and to me even more so than before), pathetic.

  2. While living in Providence I was called “cracker” in an interesting part of town. Funny, I didn’t feel threatened by the word at all. The word just doesn’t have the power that other racial slurs do. Of course if those guys had baseball bats in their hands, I would think different.

  3. Sounds like a combination of race and age discrimination. Shouldn’t someone of your years be known as “white man”?

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