I was at the store today and I was on an aisle a black gentleman, I’d say he was 50ish. When he attempted to leave the aisle, his buggy was hit by another shopper. So he backed into the aisle.
“I’m sorry, go ahead,” he politely said to the unseen shopper.
A white woman of about the same age came into view and stopped at the end of the aisle and glared.
I was behind the man and saw the glare, and here is where the writer in me wants to say what was going through the woman’s mind. I don’t have that power in real life, but I can say it looked like the woman was upset about something more than the grocery cart collision she was at least partially responsible for.
After about 30 seconds of The Glare, the woman walked off. The man continued to stand there, almost as in a haze. So I walked up beside him.
“Ugh! White people!” I said, he turned to see me, a six foot tall white man wearing cowboy boots and hat of the same style and he proceeded to laugh out loud.
“Man, I needed that! Thanks!” He said when he finished laughing.
“That was painful for me to see, man. I’m sorry.” I replied.
“Bah! I was born in the sixties, that was nothing.” He said with a smile.
“Wow! I bet you’ve seen some shit!” I said.
“Yeah- yeah I have,” he said in a sober tone.
“I hope I never have to see shit like that.” I said in an equally serious tone.
“Get ready, it’s coming.” He said in a deadpan manner.
I was caught totally off guard by that, so I told the man to have a nice day and walked off. But his words have been haunting me ever since. More than the words, the absolute certainty that the prophecy was spoken in. The man truly believes race relations will deteriorate and degenerate back to what we saw in this country 50 years ago- and that scares the living shit out of me.