Standing in Line.
There’s one day that I’ll never forget. I was standing in line in the RC café on St. Bonaventure University’s campus waiting for my chicken sandwich. A little girl, maybe six years old, approached me. She was caucasian.
She stood, about four feet tall, waddling towards me – until she stopped abruptly a few feet from where I was.
I’m six-foot seven and proud. I remained in such posture as I crouched down, open-armed and ready to embrace this beautiful child.
“He’s black!” she said. “Mommy, he’s black!” As the little girl pointed up at me.My mind flustered, I looked up at who I assumed to be her mother. As our eyes connected effortlessly, I received a blank stare in exchange for my expression of belittlement. She said nothing. She walked towards the engagement, grabbed the little girl by her arm and walked in the opposite direction. At that moment I was taken back; back to a time when such social disconnect was as common as could be. I thought we were past those times. Are we? What do you all think?
- David Andoh