I was looking through the comments section on one of my articles the other day when I came across your feedback. I recognized your profile name immediately, you’ve been commenting on my articles for months. I can’t say that your comments particularly stood out for me, neither are they inspiring or thought-provoking. But, because you’ve been commenting for some time now, I decided to check out your profile. What I came across was frankly disturbing. It turns out that you have been stalking me for months. You seem to be obsessed with me. You are clearly a very sick individual who needs help.
I noticed that you wrote a rather incendiary hate-filled piece about me the other day. So that’s why you’ve been commenting on my work. You knew that eventually I would check out your profile and find that article. You probably think that you're intelligent to have devised this trap knowing fully well that I would fall into it. The thing is, you are not. You are a truly sexually frustrated and shallow individual.
In your piece, by far, one of the only ones that have actually been read, you make a mockery of my work and question my experiences. You say that I am a privileged, entitled person with a superiority complex. You imply that I cannot be a victim of racism because of my privilege. It seems that you have not understood a thing about racism despite having read my work for months. Don’t you realize that racism has nothing to do with economic privilege? Are you that daft?
You seem to know a lot about my life and some of the points you raise in your hate-filled diatribe lead me to one conclusion. You have known me for a while. In fact, I think we went to the same school. In the article, you go off on me in an almost obsessional rant. You admit to bullying me in high-school and you even go on to say how much you and your friends enjoyed tormenting me. In your mad rage, you admit your crime and in so doing validate the authenticity of the bullying and racism I encountered at the time.
Come to think of it, I actually even think you are hidden among my numerous Facebook friends. I naively accepted your friend request some time ago, forgiving you for bullying me in high-school. I put it all on the silly things one does when one is young. I didn’t think that you would return to old habits and start anonymously bullying me online.
I now realize that I was mistaken to take you into my friendship circle. All this time, you’ve been taking notes — you know what my husband and children look like, you know my profession, you know what school my children attend, you know the name of my dog. I’ve been handing you all this personal information on a plateau via Facebook for all these years. And you, as sick and as disturbed as you are, have been taking it in, waiting for a moment to strike again.
I won’t mince my words: your article is mean and nasty. You wrote it with every intention to cause me great emotional pain and distress. It seems like you may have even wanted me to harm myself given the harshness of your words. But while that may have worked when I was a young, vulnerable, insecure black girl in middle and high school, it definitely will not work today. I realize that you are a true coward in every sense of the word. You hide behind a screen and behind a pseudonym to spew hatred my way, to discredit me. Whoever you may be, you are deeply deranged. But then again, can I really blame you?
In some of your other articles, you talk about your life. You say that your dad was a doctor and your mother a drug addict. You talk about how your dad, a cruel man, plied your mom with drugs day in, day out. You talk about how she wanted to end her life. You say he cheated on her regularly. You seem to have had a traumatic life, you seem to have had a lot of pain, and that probably explains why you bullied me then and you bully me now.
According to this article in Verywellfamily.com, “ Teens who come from abusive homes are more likely to bully than other children because aggression and violence are modeled for them.” I can’t say that it is your fault that your dad was abusive to your mother. It isn't. Realize however that it has affected your mental health and turned you into an individual with sociopathic tendencies. Go seek professional help.
Let me give you a sound piece of advice: I am no longer that little fragile black girl and I will not tolerate your bullying anymore. I have an idea of whom you are — there are clues in your rantings and ravings as well as in your articles. Don’t think that I won’t be able to find you — I will find you soon and I will report you to the police.
I won’t be your punching bag this time — I am strong and fierce — show your face if you dare!