I am this nervous around every person who enters the elevator with me. It doesn’t matter what your ethnicity and race is. I don’t trust anyone with my life. Does this make me a bad person?
No, so am I. I am also this nervous around people who are walking behind me, people whom I pass on the street, or people who wait at the bus stop with me.
I get what the gifset is trying to say: that black men are not going to savagely attack you, and I get that, but as a woman I have literally grown up with horror stories about being alone with a man.
It’s today’s society that dictates that a woman should be afraid of being alone with a man. That’s any man, I’m pretty sure the woman’s reaction in the gif set would be the same if a white man had stepped into the lift instead.
I was thinking the same thing.
It’s not because he is black.
It’s because he is a man and I am alone.
I was raised to fear the uncontrollable lustful men and try to never be alone with them. That was my responsibility and my duty as a woman.
I don’t cluth my purse to me because I might get robbed, but because the purse is another layer of imaginary protection between him and me.
(Source: lexii5297, via legallyblained)