Hello, this is my first blog offering. I've been a chatter specializing in racial understanding since 2001. I started out on blackplanet. No webcams there. The big deal was the late DCMDVA room. Hoo-boy. All senior citizens should have Life Alert, and all white people should hang out in the chat rooms of Black websites. It's an eye-opener. I'd like to see Patrick J. Buchanan or G. Gordon Liddy on there. You don't really have to say a word. Just show up, and all hell will break loose. All kinds of possible motives are assigned to you. On AOL Black Chat, three separate older Black gents accused me of trying to control their minds!! Whaaat? Do I have such powers? Am I a Dr. Mezmer? I've been called a racist. Some believe that I'm there looking for a boyfriend (to put it nicely).
The creativity of the abuse and insults of these mostly young kids is something to behold. I was called a '499-lb. white whale,' told that I'd be on a special soon being pulled out of my bed by a helicopter. Was warned by one ex-con in the chat that I was placing myself in danger by being there with 'thugs.' Said, 'You need a life. And a hobby. So you will not chat, Ma.'
The years went by, and the rage against me -- just for being the unthinkable trifecta of old, fat, and "of the hated white race" (Liddy) -- fulminated. At one point, I had three contracts out on my life. My #1 frenemy was "Fred" aka "Baltimore Bully," a cute, stocky Ghetto Lothario who openly dealt drugs in the room. I took six years of his insults. He also accused me of being a 'stalker,' to which I'd ask, "Have I ever messaged you? No. Have I ever asked u for a date? No. Have I ever called u more than that once [he accidentally gave someone his # on the chat!]? No. So how am I a stalker?" I admit I DO enjoy making computer graphics. And I did do some very nice, innocent representations of his moniker. One was the name "Fred" on a MD license plate. I had these on my page. But I guess that was reason enough for him to take offense. Then one day in Feb. '07, the opportunity arrived for me to get back @ him, and I jumped at it.
Remember when Myspace first came out? Well, I saw Fred's photos and read their captions. One showed him with a short, dark, round-headed fellow, "Kit," who had apparently met an untimely death @ age 23. The young man's first and last names were given separately on the page. I googled the name, nothing. Then I used another search engine, BING! Got the funeral memorial page with a lovely portrait of "Kit." At this moment, I was also on the room with Fred and the haunt of jackals. In 0.25 secs., I put the portrait up on my blackplanet and myspace pages. Told Fred to please not look @ my pages, lest he become upset. Then he did.
Well, he was shocked. His words:
"I thought the Weirdo was jokin.' Then I saw her page. She's got a picture of my best friend who died. A PIC I DON'T EVEN HAVE."
The fallout was that he had a complete nervous collapse that lasted close to a year. It tormented him HOW I'd gotten that picture. He was sure someone had betrayed him and given or sold it to me, the enemy. He had other people contact me re the photo. The DCMDVA room broke up, I don't know why. But I think I got the best of Fred.
