I developed a good friendship with a privileged, Nigerian girl who joined my Catholic school (e.g., I tend to gravitate toward black sheep).
One day, this girl's mother was under the assumption that I invited two Black young men over to her mansion for some sort of adolescent party although their arrival was actually orchestrated by our Anglo and El Salvadorian classmates unbeknownst to her daughter and I (e.g., my Black, militant father would have nailed me to the wall for ever communicating with any boys at the time - on or off campus - lol).
Nevertheless, this petty, Nigerian woman attempted to trample my dignity and respect by gossiping to my school age friends about my nonexistent reputation and referring to me as literal "trash" (e.g., scum on the bottom of the dumpster). Also, she proceeded to instruct her daughter to no longer foster our friendship.
I was truly disenchanted after my classmates relayed this information to me, especially given my sheltered and humble upbringing. I was shocked that this haughty woman would have the nerve and audacity to come for me in such a fashion; on account of my skin color, she completely disregarded the idea that perhaps I was not at fault in this scenario.
I considered this experience to be a great learning opportunity and chose not to inform my father about this situation because I did not want anything to reach a police state. But it certainly was one of the first times I realized that no matter what, I'll be perceived as the ring leader or a threat even from members of my own community. I suppose that's just how the cookie crumbles for Black youth in America. It was quite a powerful lesson to learn at such a young age in such a rosy city.
Motto: Keep Your Friends Close, But Enemies Closer.