Last night, Son #1's band came over for a meeting. They were standing in the court, waiting for everyone to arrive, when our elderly next-door-neighbor started to stare.
Yeah, at the dozen young black men standing in the street with my son.
She pulled Son #1 aside and asked him if he felt SAFE. Which of course he did. "Yeah, sure, this is my GOSPEL band, they're good guys," he said, or something like that.
She told them not to spend too much time running around outside, and not to play late. And then she walked away.
Which is when the drummer turned to her and shouted, "YEAH, I bet you used to OWN one of us!"
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Chris, thanks for the comment on my blog RE: Walmart shoppers. I laughed so hard I nearly choked!
I thought your comment about Cheeky looking like any other kid was interesting, and you're right...she does appear to simply be a pretty little girl. Except for her hair. It glows. Seriously. Glows. It's so bright and so white, people can't help staring at it. It really doesn't bother me most of the time, but...rude is rude and when people need to turn their heads to get a second look...well, that's rude.
As for your post here...I say good for that kid. Wish I'd had that kind of courage when I was his age.
Well, Shirlee, as we knew in elementary school, so it is still true, today: people are idiots, much of the time.
Yours truly included, a lot more often than I'd ever like to admit.
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