Today, I spied a worried woman, who was too concerned to say hello to me and my dog on my daily walk by the sea. I live in Richmond, Virginia but walk by the sea each day. Long commute with gas prices the way they are, but I enjoy the ride.
Why didn’t this woman say hello?
First of all, she was worried. Second, scared of my dog and she was always very friendly before. Why is she suddenly scared of my dog? I think because she is worried.
Why is she worried?
She wouldn’t tell me so I tossed a shell into the water and squatted down and said a prayer for her. Maybe next time she’ll talk to me and share a bit of her worry.
Her ever-present daughter was with her and that could be the source of her worry, but I doubt it for her daughter is attentive and kind-hearted.
How do I know?
I know because she walks upright and doesn’t look left or right and we are talking about a racial distinction here: black and white.
What does that matter?
It matters a lot because we are culturally different and ask for different responses. And I know this because of living and working with black men. When did the difference first appear to me? It first appeared when I saw my boyfriend say he wanted his ex-wife to be his lover. I think he was saying that he wanted me but was scared so I kicked him out for being so rude. That’s black on black. How are distinctions brought about? By living and caring for each other a little bit each day.
I still see and talk with this lover and we’re close but I doubt he’ll ever get over me kicking him out, for I am white and he didn’t want to see me be black and care for myself and black women do. And I know this by watching this woman by the sea care for herself: she let’s no one in and let’s no one pass by without kicking sand.
I wrote this in a responsive way then switched to white. How do you do it in interracial discussions: someone always loses. White and Black.
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