Abdul Al-Haddad is the kind of guy who thinks he's all that just because he's a big and tall young Black Muslim man. He thinks he's the Big Man on the Carleton University campus in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. He's from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and has that All-Somali Swagger about him. He always wears a Black leather jacket with the Canadian and Somali flags on it emblazoned side by side, a tribute to his Canadian-Somali origins and aspirations. I find him annoying as hell sometimes, and oddly appealing occasionally. That's why I decided to teach the fool a lesson. Black Muslim men in North America think us White girls are easy, and submissive. Well, I decided to show this arrogant Black guy my dominant side. My name is Rose Arlington and I approve this message.
I was born and raised in the City of Melbourne, in the Australian State of Victoria. Just a five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired and green-eyed gal of English descent. I used to play rugby for Melbourne's very own Winston Academy and I excelled at other sports like basketball and soccer. I won a scholarship to study at Carleton University in the Ontario region of Canada. I never thought about living in Canada until that day, but I guess life can take us many places. While living in Canada, I encountered a strange and fascinating world. Canada is really more politically correct than the Commonwealth of Australia will ever be. Now, don't get me wrong. Australia is home to many immigrants from Africa, the Arab countries, China, India and the Caribbean. However, these immigrants know that Australia is run by Australians while immigrants in North America think they run the show. What a load of crock!
Canadians appear meek on the outside but they're mean as hell on the inside. Australians aren't pretenders. If we don't like you, we let you know. I happened to be in my Criminology class, browsing through my iPhone one afternoon when Abdul Al-Haddad opened his mouth and said something weird again. He said something about White guys not being able to jump, and a lot of the White students and the Black ones laughed it off. I reminded everyone that Lebron James and Dwayne Wade got their asses handed to them by a big and tall White guy in the 2011 NBA Finals. That's when the class fell silent. I guess I wasn't supposed to say anything controversial. I'm supposed to be a meek White chick and act all flowery while macho Black guys act like they own the place. Well, sorry. I'm not that kind of gal. I'm an Australian woman born and bred. If you piss me off, I will put you in your place.
Like a simpleton with a one-trick pony, Abdul called me a racist for reminding everyone that Black guys didn't have a monopoly on athleticism. I simply hate stereotypes. If a Black guy can swim in the Olympics and be celebrated for it, then a White guy can excel at basketball without being considered an anomaly. That was my reasoning. I don't play the political correctness game. Abdul scoffed and told me I was taking the easy way out. I got mad, and challenged him. I told him that I, a White chick, could kick his ass at basketball. The whole class fell silent. Abdul looked around, smiled, and accepted my challenge. That afternoon, in front of twenty or so people, I beat him twenty six to twenty four in a shoot-out challenge.
To say that Abdul felt humiliated would be the understatement of the year. I stood there, victoriously smiling. Everybody clapped for me, including several Black guys from class who were usually in Abdul's corner. Abdul tried to play it off, and told me that he was being a gentleman by letting the lady win. I shook my head, laughed loudly and walked away. I expected Abdul to be seriously angry about being publicly humiliated by me, and he was. Hey, I always win because I play to win. I don't bow down to stereotypes. I've beaten Black girls and Black guys at basketball.
