It’s 6:40am at LAX. In line at the convenience store, an older man was having trouble with his credit card and jokingly asked me “can I have your credit card?”
I laughed and said “I’m black. Give me YOUR credit card. Reparations.” The black lady working the register burst out laughing.
Him: 😮😳🤔😩🤣
I laughed and said “I’m black. Give me YOUR credit card. Reparations.” The black lady working the register burst out laughing.
Him: 😮😳🤔😩🤣
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I realize that’s not your point (and I appreciate your point) but that’s where I’m stuck.
💜💜💜💜💜
His wife: “I told you that you talk too much.”
The cashier and I laughed again. She said “he wasn’t ready for that.”
“Sure wasn’t.”
It’s GOOD to be us. Godspeed to the rest of y’all.
My acupuncturist told me 15+ years ago that there is a role in every community for the teller of unwelcome truths. It may feel lonely, but we'll see that there are people who stand with us.
As it turns out, the revolution begins in business class.
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Me: “Have you thought more about reparations?”
Him: “If you’re in first class, you don’t need them!”
Me: “Yes. But let’s break some generational curses.”
Him: “I have to tell my wife about this.”
Me: “Wait, you’re flying in first class but she’s not??”
Him: “Full flight!”
A lot is going on.