I'm walking along to get to the Fitness Centre for 2 pm today. I have my hair down (first time maybe?), without my red hat on, and my poncho. Feel like maybe I should put it up, but fuck it it's Sunday. There's a couple native women in their mid to late 20s sitting on the curb. I mind my own business and keep walking as they focus in on me. I stop to look at them when one says, "Can I pull your hair?" I'm like "No, sorry." She replies, "You should get the fuck out of here." And I think that meant Wemindij, not their corner. Stupid drunks.
I was satisfied with how I handled it afterwards, I didn't let it rattle me up as much as something like that would normally. And I took out whatever frustration remained at the fitness centre.
There you have it, my first experience of racism...being a white person in a reserve.
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