So. I’m leaving work and I have to walk a few blocks to my car. I’m looking down the street to the next corner I have to cross and there’s a black man standing there, looking up and down the street, obviously wanting to cross. But none of the cars stop, they just keep whizzing by. I knew what was going to happen next. It almost made me want to turn around and go the other way, but he’d seen me by then and I was worried that he would think it was afraid of him or something.
When I got to the corner, I barely had to break my stride. I just made sure the oncoming cars had room to stop before I stepped out into the street. they all stopped of course. For the white woman. As we walked across the street, I tried to give him, I don’t know, a sympathetic look? He just shrugged, smiled ruefully, and marched across the street with his hands in his pockets, looking kind of pissed at the world.
I didn’t want to apologize for my race (I’m actually 3/4 Native American–I just got the 1/4 white smack on my skin), but I did want to somehow let him know that I felt real bad that we live in a shitty-ass world where people who think they are liberal are actually racist.