When I heard the mocking sounds behind me, I had to make sure my hearing wasn't playing tricks with me.
"Did anyone say something?"
I turned around and asked the twelve County Jail inmates.
"No," someone mumbled under his breath.
"I didn't think so." I couldn't let the comment slide.
"Oh, we have a character here," a white dude with a shaved head and tattoed neck responded.
"What character is that?!" My heart rate elevated.
"No, it's nothing. I was just talking about a song we sing," the dude tried to clean it up.
"Are you guys doing time?" I was fed up with the little verbal games.
The guys nodded their heads.
"Well, I'm doing time also. I don't disrespect anyone, so I don't want anyone disrespecting me. That's it." I made eye contact with everyone in the room.
There was silence.
Sometimes I have to flash on people with racist behaviors to make a point.