When I was about eight or ten I was walking to the bus stop, and these guys rode by in a truck, flying rebel flags, and yelling racist crap out of their windows….it was really up setting for a kid to experience, and I never forgot it.
Yesterday I was walking home from the train station in the rain…it was a nice warm rain, so I didn’t mind at all. On my walk home I have to go under a bridge that collects rain run off…maybe you see where this is heading already.
There was a young woman walking in front of me, and someone behind me…this is a major train stop by my loft.
Every other vehicle that came by purposed itself to drive closer toward the middle of the road as to avoid covering us with “under the bridge” drainage water…except this one red truck.
I saw them coming and actually managed to get close enough to the wall to not get any on me, but the girl in front of me, who was dress very nicely, got soaked…I mean soaked, with nasty rain run off, and I was pissed.
I suddenly had a flash back to when I was a little boy as I saw them all turn around to look and see if they had gotten us, as they pointed and laughed.
I have been called a conspiracy theorist, but, a truck full of white guys…and me, and two Arabic women walking under the bridge…is that why they did it? Hmmm
The light turned red as they drove by, and for a split second I turned, and considered running up on their truck, until I realized, 1) I am a grown man and that is unacceptable, 2) I would probably go to jail, because when I got there a beat down was immanent.
So I prayed, asked the ladies if they were ok, and kept on walking home… what a day on the metro.