I-you-you've lived her longer than me. I don't know the neighborhood.
Cuz you ain't tried to. Exactly like ome rich, white b*tch moving in and trying to change the place instead of living in itlike it is!
That doesn't make me rich, okay?
I'm not rich.
Please. Your daddy owns a store down Seventh, right?
I might not walk around with a chip on my shoulder talking about how hard my life is, but that doesn't mean it's all rainbows and unicorns either.
Sure, yeah. I'm crying for you. Daddy couldn't afford to buy you the newest iPhone, could he? Had to wait 'til all your friends already got on and you was the last. Boo-hoo, poor little, rich white girl.
That's not true. That's an excuse for poor choices.
I'm not rich Lena, and I can't help that I'm white. You don't get to blame me for something I can't control.
You wanna repeat that?
Why not, Becky? You people blame me for being born black every single day!
What are you talking about?
You ain't walkin' away from that. Oh, hell, no. Is it a bad choice to get in an elevator? Or how 'bout walk into a store?
You lucky you only said that to me. You say some racist nonsense like that to anyone else and they gonna beat yo a*s.
I get in an elevator and people clutch they purses like I'm gonna steal from them. Why you think they do that, huh?
Or how 'bout a store? You get followed around like you gonna take the whole store? No, you don't. You a rich white girl, and you ain't never gonna know what any of that's like, and let me tell you somethin' else.