A Tale In The City, A sobering thought
A sobering thought.
On the one hand there’s the polie, and on the other side the people, and a true present day struggle to bring them both together any fool can see. This awkward divide is causing a situation of discomfort and embarrassment.
A spade is a spade, is a spade and oil and water do not mix well together. Which brings me to the following stanza.
At one point in my life sometime in 1998 Phoenix Arizona while I was employed at a center located in the avenues that takes up one square mile of space, I somehow managed to make friends with a certain young man who also worked alongside me in my department.
Over the months we worked together we became better acquainted and we visited each other’s home and he would tell me of his financial struggle, his soon to be born first son expected shortly, his difficulty making ends meet, his fear of loosing his job, and things like that.
One day as we were all still on our lunch break he pulled out a picture from his wallet and showed it first to me, it was a picture of his newly born son of five days old. Almost reverently I took it from his hand gazed at it for a moment and returned it to him, he carefully took it from me and gently returned it to his wallet. But immediately almost as an after thought removed it once more and rose to his feet and walked over to each individual and proceeded to show it to everyone of the work crew still present in the break area before returning it to his wallet once more. This gesture surprised me, and later that afternoon I ventured to ask why , and his explanation made sense then, and still does today.
He could not afford to be fired he said.
You see, as I later learned, In those days there was wide spread denial that racism or prejudice existed, and since I was ignorant of both their meaning, presence or demeanor was hit smack in the face with it on each occasion and with each new episode.
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