On the streets she was a raincoated ghost, a shadow of a human being; thin and pale, dull eyes cast downward. Her feet scuffed the pavement with every other step, deepening the hole on the bottom of her left shoe and freezing her exposed sole. A tall woman walked past, her head tilted back in laughter as she held the arm of the man next to her, who held an oversized umbrella over them. The woman brushed past her, and the force on her thin body sent her flying sideways into the concrete wall. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you!" The woman grabbed her hands and tried to pull her up. "Get away from me, you ugly white bitch." The woman's mouth dropped open and she quickly backed away, apologized again, and scurried off with her boyfriend. "Fucking bitch..."
When she got home she angrily opened Twitter on her laptop. The little bell had a four next to it, and she pressed it. Four new followers. Nice. She began to type in the little word box. "Some racist white bitch just rammed into me on the sidewalk, giving me a twisted ankle and scuffed knee. They don't see that we're people too!" Post. Almost immediately, her followers reacted with sympathies and related comments. Then, one of them posted a picture of the exact same woman who ran into her. "This woman won't stop painting images depicting illicit scenes of nude, unrealistic women! #CancelJordanRay"