You couldn't make it up no.15: politically incorrect

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The other day, as I walked down one of Ilford's main roads, I spotted a man in front of me. I could only see his back. I noticed that he was big and muscular; and he was wearing a black t-shirt with the word Supreme in white gothic script and a cross-type design, the kind of thing that , to me, says neo-nazi a mile off.

Then, and only then, I consciously realized that I could see his skin. And he was black as coal.

A black man wearing neo-nazi gear.

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Yeah, sometimes when I see a big tough man like that, I have this weird urge to go over to him and push him hard and call him a bad name that means wimp, but isn't "wimp". Why? I'm not real sure. I've never done it, and I never will. I think I'm curious as to what a man would do if a strange 5'2" woman did that. Would he punch me? Or try to walk away? Hopefully this urge will never overwhelm my common sense (and common courtesy!), and I will never know.