Possibly both, I suppose - or at least, I’d like to think that I’m the latter.
This may not belong in the Pit, but it does feature the “N” word, so I figured this was the place for it.
Coming out of the Baja California Grill (mmm…Fish Taco!) with my lunch today, I was stopped by a black woman who was crying, and fairly distraught. She said “Please tell me you aren’t afraid of black people.” I assured her that I am not. (Fact is, I’m annoyed by MOST people, regardless of race, color, or creed, but that didn’t seem to be the thing to tell her.)
“The last guy I asked for help said ‘I don’t help niggers.’ We aren’t niggers, we’re just stupid. That’s our car over there, and that’s my brother. (I didn’t ask for specifics - it’s a big parking lot.) We drove all the way down from Winslow to go to a place called Tempe and a company called Motorola for a job. When we got there, they’d never heard of us. Now we just need to get back home, and I have $1.80. We’re going to need $25 worth of gas to get home, and I’ve been reduced to begging for it. I’m not doing so well at it, either.”
Again, I didn’t ask for specifics. One of the specifics I WOULD have asked for was how she expected to get home if they HAD heard of her at Motorola, but it didn’t matter. I chalked it up to a brain fart. I had debited my lunch, and all I had in cash was three dollars, which I handed over. She thanked me, and headed off to ask another guy in the lot.
And I wonder about it. Some parts of the story are iffy. Like the brain fart, and the fact that she was hardly dressed for job hunting (of course, it could have been her brother’s interview - I DID see a nicely dressed guy on the sidewalk as I was driving off). Maybe she was just a good actress, and I was conned. If I was - eh, it happens. Cost me three bucks. Maybe - just maybe - I was able to help someone who needed it, and gave her some faith that not all white people are racists. I sure hope so.