“What did you just say to me?”
I had already passed him so I just did hear the question, so lost in my travels and so accustomed to just saying it and going I was. It caught me almost out of earshot, one more step and I might’ve lost the opportunity to expound on what had just happened. Chance, happenstance, call it what you will but I’d like to think that there were powers at work right about then; powers that if nothing else, want to give each of us every available chance to get to know one another a little better. I’ve lost you I know, so let me explain. See, it went like this.
The man was white. I’d approached him on the street and as is my custom, I greeted him with my usual. “How’s the brother?” The man stopped and turned, “Excuse me?” he replied. I heard the question in his voice. I hear it sometimes when I speak these particular words of greeting to people who aren’t black or brown. Continue reading