J cole neighbors
And I really question if the thought ever crossed any person who has crossed me thus far, in my early occupancy here in this condo, that I might just be a teacher on summer break. But I wonder if they have thought of the possible occupations that I could have. They see a young black man in and out of the condo all day with no regular routine other than perhaps working out in the morning and going out later on in the evening. I can’t necessarily blame them because I know that it is society’s fault. I wonder what my neighbors are wondering about me. So yeah, I think my neighbors think I’m selling dope. When I’m walking around other common areas of the building, I try my best to minimize my presence but so far it seems that whenever I encounter someone else, especially during the day, when they feel that I’m supposed to be at work, it feels to me that I’m a figment of their imagination, and not in a good sense. Almost a, why is this guy working out at this time of day? Doesn’t he have a job? I do my best to check my privilege at any time in the day when I enter the underground parking garage with a female by creating some distance or yawning or jangling my car keys so that they know that I have a car parked down there too. But from my perspective, these stares stand and continue longer than they should.
I get part of the observation – condos in my city are mini community hubs, so they have every right to wonder who the “new guy” is. When I go down to the condo gym around ten in the morning, I feel subtle yet inquisitive stares. I’ve been met with cold responses and void eye contact. In the elevator, I try to extend my courtesies with “good mornings” and “what floor?” with folks who happen to share the space with me.
But since I’ve been living in this new location, I have begun to sense a peculiar vibe about my very own neighbors. It was perfect for me because, being a teacher, it was the time of year that I have the most availability. I moved smack dab in the middle of summertime. And since I moved into a so-called more established part of my city, I’ve taken a new found appreciation to the track. Cole, made a song titled Neighbors “inspired” by a SWAT raid on his house after his rich white neighbors called the police based on the assumption that he sold drugs. Because of obvious racism from the neighbors, the police were called and a raid took place.Millionaire rapper, J. He’s out here doing extremely positive things for the community and for young artists. Cole is the last person to do anything like that. It’s just crazy ironic because out of anybody, they picked the wrong person. They go downstairs and all they see is a studio, and obviously they felt stupid. Our engineer Juro “Mez” Davis had just stepped out for lunch and he came back and saw the SWAT team busting down the door. They flew helicopters over, sent an entire SWAT team armed with weapons, broke down the door and searched the whole house. And there was a huge investigation, like a million-dollar investigation. One of the neighbors told the police we were growing weed or selling drugs out of this house. So the neighbors started getting real paranoid.Īpparently what happened was, we were all in Austin, Texas, for SXSW thankfully no one was in the house when this went down. Ubers coming, and every once in awhile you’ll see a group of us outside on the porch smoking weed. So you have, predominately, African-Americans coming in and out of this house. It’s also in the suburbs of a pretty wealthy neighborhood in North Carolina.