{"id":19957,"date":"2006-08-16T10:10:11","date_gmt":"2006-08-16T14:10:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.IreneEng.com\/?p=19957"},"modified":"2013-09-04T02:44:04","modified_gmt":"2013-09-04T02:44:04","slug":"love-thy-neighbors-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tennis.ireneeng.com\/?p=19957","title":{"rendered":"Love Thy Neighbors, 2006"},"content":{"rendered":"

Something happened yesterday afternoon: Martin (A black prosecutor fm Florida, who teaches tennis while waiting to pass his NY bar exam) was giving tennis lesson to my kids in the North Middle school. There are five courts, all individually separated, all with 2 hops on each side of the court. It was very deserted on the campus, except 4 ladies in one court and anther taken by a coach with a boy. Half way through the lesson, I saw couple of young men walked toward us with basketball. They didn\u2019t pass by us; instead they walked into our court. One of them started talking to Martin while he was feeding balls to my kids.<\/p>\n

Young man 1: “When are you finishing up?”<\/p>\n

Martin, shrugged, “30 more minutes.”<\/p>\n

YM 1: “I am sorry but can you move to another court, hoops in this court are better than the others.”<\/p>\n

I was glad that Martin replied, “why can’t you wait for 30 minutes till we finish here?”<\/p>\n

YM 2: “But there are 10 of us, we have to wait for 30 minutes?”<\/p>\n

Martin “Tough love.”<\/p>\n

More young men have arrived and they all piled into our court. Some stood, some sat, some discussing loudly why can\u2019t they have the court and why don\u2019t we just pack up and move. Some even started shooting the hoop.<\/p>\n

YM 3: “Why don’t you just move, so we can play. \u2026. It\u2019ll be dark by the time you finished. \u2026 We play here every day \u2026.” It was 5pm.<\/p>\n

Martin clearly the heaviest and tallest one, but couple of YMs were bumping chest with him with sound bit of f words. A fight were about to begin. I walked toward them, \u201cget off the court now, we are not moving. You wait for your turn.\u201d<\/p>\n

The YMs left Martin and turned to me.
\nYM 1 said, “I can help you to move the stuff to another court.”
\nYM 3, \u201cif you don\u2019t let us play here, you are not going to play here either.\u201d And he walked toward the net and trying to lie down. I asked the YM 1 where are they from?
\n\u201cWe all from here, this is our school.\u201d<\/p>\n

YM 2 who\u2019s very short, came over, shouted at me repeatedly, \u201cyou don\u2019t understand.\u201d Pointing to Martin, \u201cmaybe you can explain to her \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich part of it you think that I don\u2019 understand?\u201d I asked, trying to contain my anger and disbelieve. I didn’t want to lose my temper in front of my kids.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour English is fine, but you just don\u2019t understand. \u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGuys, off the court. Is this the way you\u2019d like your mother be treated?\u201d Martin asked.
\nActually few of them got bit quieter. But YM 2 and 3 won\u2019t relent. YM 2 shouting, \u201cmy mother would have moved, she is reasonable \u2026\u201d There were 9 of them, some are seniors and others are off to college. All in shape, white (or Persian) and mostly are tall. I felt very threatened. So I called police, without a notion as what the police would do.<\/p>\n

YM1, \u201cyou don\u2019t have to call police. I was nice to you. We\u2019ll move.\u201d So by the time police got here with one female officer, in 4 cars – FOUR CARS<\/a> – the group has moved to the next court. The officers, had to raise their voice, told them to go home. As they were reluctantly departing, YM 1 who was the last to leave, holding the basketball, said to me, \u201cwould you please ask the officer to allow us, the few nice ones to play here? Some of us are leaving next week for college…\u201d I started to walk toward the officers who were also leaving, but then I changed my mind.<\/p>\n

I stood on the grass, as did the officers, watching them got into their shimmering convertibles, roadsters and SUVs, and sped off.
\nI asked the officer who stood next to me, \u201chas this type of thing happened before<\/a>?\u201d
\n“No.” he replied sternly.
\n“Was it appropriate by calling the police?” I was really helpless and felt violated.
\n\u201cWe are here to protect you if you felt threatened.\u201d<\/p>\n

Martin said quietly that should those kids are black some of them would have been in jail. Hmmmm. I didn’t know what to say. Part of my anger is from the fact that those thogs put my kids through the ugly bullying. But on the same token, I was glad that I was there to see how they handled it, providing some support. They can’t and won’t live in the glass jar, sooner or later they’ll have to face the world on their own.<\/p>\n

We finished our lesson and I was surprised to see the police cars were still around – the courts are on a small mount. The female office didn\u2019t leave till I started the engine. In the car, Martin said (I’ve heard this one few times before) that when he teaches in my town, the kids often ask \u2018why\u2019 10 times till they get what they want. Those are my neighbors.<\/p>\n

This is the second time I experienced blatant condescending treatment by my fellow humans. The first time? Munich, 1991, in a restaurant similar to The Palm, the blonde waitress flatly refused to serve us.<\/p>\n

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