Why #ConcernedStudent1950 is Necessary

I remember it like it was yesterday.

As I pulled up to a liquor store near the University of Missouri-Columbia’s campus, I had no idea that I was about to experience one of many instances of racial profiling at the school. It was 2005, my junior year there, and I was preparing to attend a party along with three of my friends.

By now I was used to the unbecoming stares of suspicion by staff as we browsed the store aisles. My experience shopping at Chicago’s local beauty supply stores owned by members of other ethnicities groomed me for that. I was even used to not being greeted with a pleasant “hello,” despite store personnel greeting my white counterparts.

I was used to that.

What I was not used to was being called a “nigger.”

I entered the liquor store with one of my male friends, also an African American, while our other two friends waited in the car. I selected my drink of choice for the evening, and my friend was still deciding what he wanted to get. As I proceeded to pay for my drinks, I noticed the cashier was staring at my friend as he stood near the freezer. I paid it very little mind because I was used to it. It wasn’t until my friend turned to grab a bag of chips that things escalated.

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