Disturbia

I disturbed a woman recently. I had to park outside of her house for about 30 minutes or longer and I made her uncomfortable. I'm a bit of a socially anxious person and I don't like talking to people if I don't have to, but I will be sure to be respectful and nice when I do. As I was sitting in my car I was approached by this upset (rightfully so) looking older black woman in her car. I rolled my window down as she sat parked looking at me. She took the initiative and very calmly, yet boldly said "why are you sitting in front of my house" the way she said it felt more like the sentence ended with a period than a question mark and I was a bit nervous as I was in front of her house afterall. I was quick to tell her that I was parked there for a work reason and I would be moving on shortly and that there were unfortunately only so many safe places to park on the street as there was no parking on the other side of the road. She immediately understood, and before she left I introduced myself and she introduced herself. I told her my first name, and she introduced herself with the Mrs. honorific. Even though I felt I had done everything to assure her I was not a bad actor, she still left with a grim face on her as she drove away. I'm writing this blog as a way to help some westoids to understand that this woman was not rude, she was protective. This is a woman that grew up during the time of segregation and public lynchings. This woman has been scarred by the racist power structure of the United States and as a result has to be on high alert until she dies, and rightfully so. Keep your head on a swivel.