I was bullied at the dance floor…….

I was dancing and minding my own business when a random guy decided to put his hands around my waist and while at it started singing loudly raining saliva wrapped with mouth odor straight outta Russian cheap whiskey. I politely requested that he let go as I wasn’t comfortable but he condescendingly sized me up as he arrogantly told me to ‘remember my roots’. I was too disrespectful for an African. So what are my roots? Being objectified?