Look I get Giving people their space.
Being respectful of communities you entering.
But that don’t mean don’t engage.
Or it could mean: Not engaging, out of fear of committing the above, can be worse. More dehumanizing.
Like say you kicking it out back and homie pulls up, crouches, and hits the rocks feet from you. Other side of the fence but flagrantly visible. Adjacent to where kids be hooping.
Is the move really Do nothing?
To flat-out ignore him?
Deny he exists?
Like Oh. That’s that dude. That’s what he do.
So call me crazy but when this happened one morning, what I did was, I went up to the back gate homie was crouched behind. Crouched. Went Bro, you good?
And when he ignored me: You got a spot to crash out?
And when he still ignored me: You need food or anything? A pop tart? I got pop tarts.
He lowered the pipe he was about to torch. Stood. Went Sure, I’d hit a pop tart.
Yeah? I said. Sit tight!
When I came back with my last Brown Cinnamon Sugar, unopened in case he wanted to stash it, he looked at it. At me. Went It’s not toasted. You can’t toast it?
I started laughing. Bro you serious?
Bro take your fucking pop tart.
Still feel bad about not toasting it.