this list itemizes strange incidents with some of the negroes, afroafricans, afroamericans, afrosaxons, and their ilk, who have bothered me over the years. except for the negro at the phone booth in vancouver all these incidents occurred in or near toronto.
the time I was walking south down the alley between grenville and college streets, looking at the pilasters on Eaton's college park building. I could hear some one running up from behind me, the steps got closer and sounded as though the person was headed right at me and not to the side, I thought some one was trying to spook me so I kept walking slowly and didn't stop to turn around and thit was coming closer, then stopping, making shuffling boxer foot work noise on the loose gravel and then would come running again. and as I wondered if the person would kick me, thit stopped short, veered to my left and made a kick at the air several feet to my left, thit was a negro male of maybe ten years of age. I kept walking and he dropped back and then ran away in the direction he came from, thinking of it now maybe someone was photographing it to see my reaction.
the negro at the phone booth in vancouver. he was talking on the phone and as I went by motioned to me, shaking his arm like he wanted to ask me the time, but when I went closer so he could hear me over the street noise he asked me to go to a room at some hotel. he said liked skinney white boys, I smiled and said no thanks. so was someone taking photos to see if I would go with him. was he someone in organized crime or some prostitution sting setup by the police or rcmp.
negro came into the yard while I was weeding the lawn and he got-down and began pulling weeds.
the negress with the multiracial group of children. she offered me water as I was going east, past their house during my walk to coburg.
the negroe male looking for shoes in the rain when I was living at 438 sherbourne.
the negress, while I was living at 438 sherbourne. I had a ground floor unit and she, a friend of one of the other tenants, was knocking on my window and motioning to me to let her in the front door. she was talking on a cell phone and seemed to be using it to take pictures of me.
the two negroes, one night at barbwire video. one sat near me, asking which of the guys in the kristen bjorn video I liked best and calling me racist when I refused his advances while the other one seemed to be filming it all on his cellphone. if I'm not mistaken, several years after that the one with cell phone later showed up at 438 sherbourne as the boyfriend of one of the other tenants.
the negroe staff that hugged me at starbucks located in the britnell books location.
the negress at one of the office buildings where I watered plants for greenlife. I had trimmed some of the plants not knowing they were a personal plant of one of the employees and she chastised me for it in a theatrical gangstalking way the next week.
the negress that came into the starbucks between yonge and asquith, sat down on the floor near me and started begging me to take her home with me.
the negroe security guard at the toronto public reference library. he insisted on disturbing and threatening to have me removed from library if I sat in the chair facing the sun coming in the window, with my eyes shut. this was after I saw him at the library with a white guy who along with his female friend had been bothering me.
the other negroe staff at starbucks who was being over friendly to me, the white girl on staff told him not to be so friendly.
the negroe couple with child down the hall at fifteen scadding avenue.
the negress staff employee of toronto community housing, at the fifteen scadding avenue office.
negroe boy on window ledge at starbucks at corner of yonge and charles.
the negroe on 9-11. he was next door to 16 chandos were I lived at the time, installing cable or something when the attack occurred in New York. the neighbor and the negroe were invited in by an other tenant to watch history as it happened. the negroe gave me a funny look like he had seen me or been shown pictures of me before, or maybe I just thought that's what it looked like.
the short negroe female staff at star bucks at corner of yonge and charles. saying she remembered me from the britnell location and thought she had served me at that location and told me I should drop in there again some time. she said she recognized me from the other store, but I knew she hadn't as I quit going to that store because of the harasment from the staff and some of the other customers. a few days later a look on her face says she is clearly aware of where she had seen me before, and why. some one maybe showed her something to remind her of what she had been shown in the first place.
the night at sixteen chandos an expensively dressed black male claiming to be a brazilian football (soccer) player who's car had broken down and had to be towed he didn't have the money on him to pay the tow truck, and asked if he could borrow it from me, his coach would make sure I was repaid. was it a set up of some sort, in which the negroe was involved. he gets the money from the person in the house and the police move in like it was illegal drug sale.
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