Pay Phone (Photo credit: Kichigai Mentat)
Civil Rights, Civil Means (Photo credit: Village Square)
insurance broker (Photo credit: Elva Keaton)
I had to call an insurance company to get insurance. The complex where I live requires tenants have insurance. I don’t really need insurance. I own absolutely nothing of value. If I did, the perps would steal or rip it apart.
I had to go to the public pay phone to make the call to the insurance company. I have a phone, but I can only make emergency calls, or if my phone works, it’s disconnected constantly by the hackers.
So I don’t even bother with my phone. I don’t want to end up with ulcers.
I went to the public pay phone by 7-11. This is about the only phone left I can use. All the others don’t work, or disconnect me after a few minutes.
I got in touch with the insurance company and was talking with the agent when I noticed someone standing by listening to my conversation and taking photos of me. I took out my phone and began taping the person. He saw me doing to him what he was doing to me and got angry.
He said, “Are you taking pictures of me?” I replied, “I’m just doing what you’re doing.”
“You better stop taking pictures of me,” he said.
He got on his phone and began to dial 911.
I said, “You’re outside. I can take photos of you; you’re out in public. And when someone is out in public, he has no privacy rights.”
As I was speaking a woman came out. He immediately began complaining to the woman that I was taking pictures of him. She didn’t say anything and took out her camera to tape me.
They walked away, and then about a minute later, they both returned. She took pictures of me, and he said, “You’re crazy. You’re crazy.” They stood looking at me, trying to get a reaction out of me.
While the woman took photos, I posed for her in a model-like way.
They both got angry that they weren’t getting to me, so the man walked over and clicked my call off.
I told the man to get away from me. And he’d better pay me for the money I put in the phone. He answered, “That’s my money? I said, “Your money? How’s that your money?” “It’s my money,” he replied.
I got angry and told him to get away from me.
The man was extremely girlish. A gay man.
And you’re probably wondering what gay has to do with anything.
Well, here was a man who probably’s been harassed his whole life, but he was harassing me. He did not think it was wrong for him to perp me.
Which proves that just because someone has been a victim of torture that he’s not going to become a torturer of someone else.
It makes me angry that people like him and others who’ve suffered think nothing of going after us targets.
All my life I’ve fought for gay rights, civil rights for all people, and when it comes time for these people to step up and fight for the rights of others, they’re nowhere to be seen.
From now on, all I’m care about is my rights and the rights of other targets.
All those other people have others fighting for them, but no one is fighting for us targets.
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