posted on Jun, 21 2016 @ 12:59 PM
I can't let this go. I tried. I made a flippant remark, which covered my emotions on the subject.
But unfortunately, for those of you have become tired of my occasional descent into verbosity and vehemence, I cannot contain my dissapointment.
As I have pointed out, I am a fellow who appreciates a long black coat, and generally dresses in black garb. I have been asked many a time by passers
by, fellow patrons of bars and customers in my store, whether I am off to a funeral, or what have you. I have had people just shout "Oi! MATRIX! Hur
Hur Hur!" at me across the street, despite the fact that this has been my mode of dress for some considerable time longer than the movie franchise
referred to has existed. Freak, weirdo, rapist, satanist (an irony given my strong love for Jesus), and worse have I been called as I walk down the
And I say to you all, that this seems, on face value of the report on the website, to have been a case of someone taking a look at a persons outfit,
and making judgements about their motivations which are not only unfounded, but which the terrified party has NO right to be making what so ever. Yes,
I wear long black coats, black combat trousers and boots, black waist jackets with many pockets, black shirts and t-shirts, black shades. I am a slice
of midnight, animate shadow walking in light. What of it? I am as human, as compassionate and personable of a fellow as anyone could hope to meet, and
more so than many people that most folk meet on a daily basis. My manner of dress should not, in this century, indicate to any passing person,
anything about my character, other than the fact that I have a good taste in wardrobe items (because black goes with everything).
And yet, I am periodically subjected to outrageous verbal abuse, not to mention the unwelcome pigeon holing by what must be some of the most ill
educated, prejudiced, oppressive individuals walking the face of the world.
If you happen to meet a stranger in midnight clad, please do me the courtesy of offering the chap a beer on my behalf? He's probably had a bad day.
And to everyone else... Tell your friends...The good guys wear black.