Ugh, this. There was this one nineteen year old Puerto Rican woman that would threaten to beat my twelve year old face in if she ever caught me outside. She'd yell things like "Salvation arm trash" at me, and other shit in Spanish when I was coming home from school. I used to live right next to the housing's basket ball court, and so the Hispanic residents would do shit like egg my windows, empty out trash bags onto my back steps, beat my metal door in with a basket ball, etc. I was twelve when a group of them chased me down and pelted me with rocks. I ended up getting hit straight in the eye with one and ended up getting Iritis from the trauma. I now have scaring in my left eye and cataracts in both eyes.

They also used to use what they called 'pea shooters'. It was the top of a tonic bottle sliced off with a balloon attached to the top. They'd use small rocks or hard, uncooked peas/beans and fire them at me. They hurt so bad. I was thirteen when one of the sixteen year olds punched me in the face for raising my hands up to my eyes when he jumped into my personal space. And for a few months I had to live with a family that would not allow me to enter my front door. They would stand right in front of it and spit at me, or call me filthy names.

It's still hard for me not to loathe people like them to this day, even though I know that isn't fair.