Hate Served on the Early in Maryland

So to whoever decided to spray paint "Fuck You Nigger" in large letters across the front of my parents' house, you're not scaring anyone. To whoever wrote "I love tacos" and some shit about "chipotle," Colombians don't eat tacos or chipotle. You don't scare me. You don't scare my dad. You don't scare my brother. If anything, you only slightly concern my mother, but for that you should be ashamed.

Everything you thought you did, you didn't do. Everything you did was cowardly. If you have a problem with who my family is, take it up with one of us, face-to-face. Don't lurk in the shadows, in the early morning hours, to send your message. Real men don't do that.

Don't think we've never heard that kind of speech before. Don't think I've never been called "beaner" or "spic" or "wetback." Don't think I haven't been told I was a "nigger lover." Don't think I don't know the type of person you are. I have people like you ground up and served in my "chipotle tacos." You're fodder.

A guy can't get his hair cornrowed and listen to hip-hop music anymore. I guess you can't relate to the black community. You just can't be who you are anymore. Perhaps never could...

For those of you just tuning in, someone spray painted some racist terms on the front of my parents' and vehicles home a morning ago. They also attempted to destroy my brother's car. It was such an event, the press showed up. Neighbors came to the door, crying, offering white paint to cover up the crime. The local police and detectives are now searching for the subhumans who did this.

I suggest looking under the nearest rock in the local swamp.