Tell me about my black tenant.

I read a good article the other day by a professor China who has been teaching in City University of new york for 30 years. City University of new york is a public school, and its tuition is only one tenth of that of Columbia University or NYU in the same city. This is a university for the children of working people. In the past 30 years, the professor has come into contact with students of many nationalities. In this article, he wrote down his observation and summary, including the anger and cynicism of indigenous blacks, the differences between the first and second generation African black immigrants, and the performance of other ethnic minorities such as Indian-Korean students. Let me also talk about the African-American tenants I have received in recent years. I only talk about my experience and try to be true.

My first black tenant was the second tenant in my life. Husband Anthony works in the mailroom of the local university, and his salary is not high. He has worked here for many years. Madam, I forgot my name. I am a middle school English teacher. I can't remember her name, because she said you go to Anthony for everything. This family is gentle and polite. They have two sons, one of whom is as old as my second child. The background investigation found that Anthony had a criminal record, that is, he randomly pressed the school fire alarm. It's no big deal, so I rented the house to them. It's been almost a year, the rent is occasionally in arrears, and others are good tenants. The next summer, Anthony will call and say when will you pick up the check? When he got home, there was no one there. The rent check received was also returned by the bank several times, and the rent was delayed again and again. I didn't have much experience at that time, and I was very angry when I met such a thing. I couldn't figure out why you didn't have the money to let me write a check and run to the bank for nothing, so I asked him for money with a loud voice. He also complained softly about why you raised your voice. Later, I finally tactfully called his wife's school to ask (I still have some legal knowledge not to disclose their arrears of rent to the school) and was told that the school did not renew the contract with his wife for the next school year, that is, she was unemployed. I didn't understand the new landlord, so I invited the legal adviser in the company to have a meal. I still remember that he ordered crayfish. He said this is 1234, so I took Anthony to court and asked him to check out and pay the rent. On the day of the trial, we all went to the court and stated our position before the judge. A little disappointed, the judge didn't rule in court like in the movie, and there was nothing to see in court. The judge said the verdict would be mailed to you. The verdict sent home a few days later was that Anthony owed us more than 3 thousand yuan, a little more than I calculated myself. Anthony moved by himself. When I checked the house, I saw that the kitchen and toilet were dirty and the weeds in the yard grew very high, which made my heart ache. This is our first self-occupied house, and the second child was born here. This house is like our own son. At that time, it was politically incorrect to secretly decide never to rent it to blacks again. Later, after many guests, I realized that Anthony was not a particularly bad tenant. I won't go to court today. Anthony is the only tenant I evicted in court.

A few years later, we bought a house for rent. A Shunda is here. She is a black single mother with two children in high school. The memory left by Anthony has not completely faded, and I will instinctively refuse. However, Ashunda's credits came out, nearly 800 points. She is a retired soldier and works in a law firm. The company also paid for her tuition in JD.COM. This is a perfect tenant applicant. If I refuse her, I will be a real racist. It turns out that Ashunda is a good tenant and never defaults on rent. She lived here for 4-5 years. Her eldest daughter graduated from high school six months ahead of schedule, and her second son graduated from high school, so they should all be in college. Ashunda himself got married in recent years, gave birth to a third child, brought his mother from Mississippi to take care of the baby, and his new husband was building a house in Mississippi, so he often ran around. Finally, when Ashunda got a doctorate in law, they moved to Mississippi. There are many minor damages in the house they left behind, and the yard outside has been completely neglected for four years. We spent a lot of money and time to repair the house. But this house is no longer my child, and I have no feeling of heartache. I am full of admiration for Ashunda. Look at how much she has achieved in this family in recent years. She is a model of struggle and progress.

The third black tenant, Garcia, came with a government housing voucher. The single mother has brought up six children, the oldest of whom is only 8 years old. No twins, multiple births, diligent one-year birth. Her own job is to take care of the sick and the elderly. With so many children living on a small income, she must need government welfare. She was lucky enough to apply for housing subsidies, including water, electricity and electricity paid by the government. Before tenants move in, the government needs to inspect the house to ensure its safety and hygiene. Many conditions are stricter than ordinary houses, such as installing a carbon monoxide alarm even if the house is not connected to gas. When inspecting the house, the landlord and tenant should be present and sign. As a result, on the day of the appointment, Garcia just disappeared and didn't answer the phone. The government housing inspector was arranged to go to the next one, so she was very angry. I also asked for leave at work, but I can't express my anxiety. I just want to appease Mike, the house inspector, and hope that he will wait a little longer, otherwise he will spend more time making an appointment with all of us. When Garcia finally appeared, she felt pity as soon as she saw herself: her hair was messy and she was sweating all over. It turned out that she was stopped by the police for speeding and would have to pay a fine in the future. Mike speaks loudly to Garcia and has no basic respect. This is the first time for American society to see a person talking to another person like this, and it feels like Mike has crossed over from a civil servant in China. It takes a long time to apply for government housing subsidies, so Garcia has been putting up with Mike's rudeness, which makes me secretly sympathize.

During the years when Garcia lived here, because the rent came from the government, our transaction with her was limited to house maintenance. In summer, I often get letters from HOA saying that the grass in the front yard is too high and messy. Every time I forward a letter to Garcia, she immediately says it's done, but she will receive the same letter later. It is common for tenants not to mow the grass or water the lawn, but this does not mean that Galicia is particularly different.

I don't know who will look after her six children. She said it was her aunt. The following year, when the government inspected the house, we added some minor requirements and repaired it ourselves. During the repair, it will take about half an hour. Garcia lay on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and watched TV all the time. Six children are jumping up and down in the room, the older one is in charge of the younger one, and the mother doesn't get up from the sofa. In summer, air conditioners should be covered with blankets. My own landlord is afraid to generate income for the power company.

Another time, I received a phone call saying that the toilet on the second floor was blocked and water leaked from the second floor to the first floor. And sent a video. Contact the plumber to come to the door immediately. It turned out that the toilet was blocked and the electric snake couldn't get through, so we had to take it apart. It turned out that the child threw the toy battery into the toilet and got stuck in the middle. The child washed it over and over again, making water all over the upstairs and downstairs. This is obviously the result of children being left unattended. After living for three years, the number of children remained at six.

Chris also brought a housing voucher. His family just moved from Louisiana, and a family of five lives with relatives. Chris helped people mow the grass and said that he had already worked in a company. My wife, like Garcia, is a well-trained nurse and is going to find a job. They really want to rent my house, and we have an appointment to sign a contract in New Barker. I'm a few minutes late, and Chris wants to order me a drink. I lied about not drinking coffee. I noticed that they only ordered a drink and put it in front of their mother. Three children sat at another table and ordered nothing. I feel a little sorry for my child. Food and drinks in New Barker are very expensive. We should meet somewhere in the library.

Chris's three children are quiet and polite, and they are clean and tidy. I like them very much. Before the house was handed over to them, I asked Chris to repair it and asked his wife to clean it. The money paid is slightly higher than that paid outside, just to help them settle down. At that time, another house changed tenants to mow the grass, and the new tenants moved from out of state. He also asked me to find him an ordinary lawn mower, so I paid Chris to cut it once, ready to recommend it to new tenants. As a result, he cut the grass as high as a dog, and as a result, his job was yellow.

Chris's family has been very worried since they moved in, and they haven't dealt with him for more than a year. The article I read two days ago mentioned that 80% of black children in the United States were born in a family with a single mother and grew up in a family without a father, but I realized that Anthony and Chris belong to the responsible 20%, which is rare. I happen to have a yard where I can cut down trees and grass to make flower beds. A company has already bid, so I asked Chris if you can do it, as long as your asking price does not exceed others' quotations. He promised to meet me at the scene at 7 o'clock on Saturday morning, and he would set off immediately after confirming the work content. I get up early on Saturday. Before I left, I texted him that I would arrive at 7 o'clock. I didn't get an answer, so I called halfway, but no one answered. When I arrived at the scene, I didn't see him until 8 o'clock. I sent a few text messages and didn't return a few phone calls. It's almost a week since this happened, and Chris hasn't written back yet. So unreliable, of course, you can't count on him for this job.

Mario is a rig driver for UPS, and he drives a big truck, not a delivery truck. Look at his income 100, which is enough to rent my house. He rented it with his girlfriend and her two sons. As a result, within a few days of moving in, the two men had a contradiction. Mario wants his girlfriend to leave because he paid the full rent. As a result, his girlfriend still insisted on not leaving and didn't give money because she didn't work at all and had no income. Mario is an honest man and has nothing to do with her. Driving a big truck is basically flying out on Monday and flying back on Friday, so Mario is basically not at home. One day, he called and cried that his girlfriend had broken his things, the rice flour in the kitchen had fallen on the sofa, the family photo had been hidden and his clothes had been cut. I am an honest official. I can't stop his housework, so I suggest him to call the police. He called the police. I don't know what the police did. They still live in it anyway. When Mario's girlfriend does such extreme things, is he really love rat? If he leaves and finds another house, I will drive his girlfriend away if I can't collect the rent. I'm a little suspicious that Mario is sorry for his girlfriend, which is why her girlfriend is so righteous, and Mario is so honest in paying the monthly rent until the lease expires one year later and he renews it with me alone. My girlfriend moved on time and left a nice room. Mario himself concluded that it was his fault to meet the wrong person. My girlfriend is a white man, a former member of parliament at school, and an educated person.

In the third year, Mario's daughter graduated from college and became a stewardess, so she moved. Now two people are flying around, and the house is like a hotel. For more than three years, Mario has paid the rent by telegraphic transfer, which makes me pay the handling fee of 15 yuan to the bank every month. Asked to choose an online payment method, he politely refused, saying that he was an old school and didn't believe in new technology.