Ok where I'm staying the laundry is directly on the otherside of complex and to get there I have to cross the courtyard. Earlier as I was seperating the laundry I realized that the shirt I had on needed washing as well, and to compound matters further I had no other clean shirt. It's only a small distance to tranverse I think to myself so when I loaded my shirts into the washer I took off the one I had on and placed it with the rest. So later on in the day I am on the way back to pick up my newly clean and dried shirts. As I enter into the courtyard I take notice of a elderly white woman coming slowly down the stairs, her head, tittering and bobbing on her shoulders, like one of those bigheaded bobble dolls with springs for their necks. It was tilted down staring attentively at her equally shaky feet. She would stopping for a few scant seconds after she had gotten both feet on the same landing, before repeating the slow process. She was just about to an end of this labourous leg of her journey when she looks up and sees, a shirtless BLACKMAN, carrying an unknown but obviously dangerous bottle of laundry soap. That blackman was me. I have at this point traversed halfway the distance of the courtyard. Abruptly her quievering and measured demeaner steadies and her glance is no longer on her faltering steps, but upon my nakeness. She pause for a moment as if transfixed by the visage of some unexplain apparition, and then as sudden as her steadiness came whirled around in one motion turning 180 degress and hurriedly moved up the stairs that just moments before had treatened to bring her crashing down upon the pavement. I for a moment was at a lose to explain such a drastic change in her course, then slowly as if an invisible hand had moved inside my brain and turned a switch it dawned on me. I was the reason for her reaction, or to be more accurate my dark complexion and the centuries of unfounded fear, loathing and unfounded hatred the sight of it brings to certain people, who where nursed from the bossom of racism and color bigotry. I frowned for a second, if that, and immediatly flashed a grin that stretched from one ear all the way over to the next, and as I looked on at the scared old white woman as she reached the apex of her flight and glanced backwards to measure the distance she had covered from me I thought, "HELL YEAH!!!!! I just scared a old white woman." and all was right with the world.
The End
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The End
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