An Illustration of the Privilege
The day, grey
And wet,
I, in oilskin,
hood,
ball cap, backpack
all black,
waited
for a walk signal.
A family, some
friends,
And an old woman
waited as well,
all of us
white.
Polite nods from
all
but old white woman,
who strained out a
smile
with slightly
widened eyes.
I realized how
closely
My attire
resembled
A wanted poster
for the then
recent
Boston Bombings.
I forgave her
reaction.
Then a man
arrived,
30ish, fit,
Clean casual
clothes,
A young
professional
Off work,
Out to relax.
Old woman turned to greet him
Old woman turned to greet him
But gave the same
face as to me,
And also gripped
purse tight
And moved it in
front of herself
While turning away.
He noticed.
“Oh sure, a black
man arrives and it’s ‘hide the valuables!’ What the hell!?”
He stormed off in
anger, no longer waiting for the light’s permission.
Chris Walters
2016