Geez, mr. racist pig can’t get enough of me. I’m sitting
quietly by myself at a table in the back where I usually sit away from the
bustling crowd and as I’m lifting delicious boiled yams into my mouth, he stops
at my table and makes some kind of comment about how long I’ve been here for.
I tell him I’m eating and have not desire to talk with him
(I want to say to he makes me sick but I don’t) and I ask him to leave me
This, apparently to him, is being uncivil because he
protests that we might not agree but we can be civil to each other. He goes on
to call me a girl – strike 1 for tonite – telling me he’s told his friends
about this girl and her t-shirt and they offered to come put me straight. If
only he knew…
I told him he’s a racist and I have no intention to be
‘civil’ to racists. He insists again he’s not a racist and I reiterate what he
said to me.
Oh the things he said then, including it was Blacks who sold
Africans into slavery and the Chinese are now enslaving more people in Africa
than ever and he’s so informed and, “so much more than you ‘darling’” – strike
2 and he’s out – whites need to get restitution from Romans if I think Blacks
need coddling by whites.
I told him fuck you several times as his already burnt face
and bald head got redder and redder. It was such a slow burn and he had started
out so sweetly condescending, I almost missed how angry he was getting and how his
cadence was now laced with barefaced fury.
I told him he’s not only a racist but a misogynist pig and
to leave me the fuck alone – which he did only because his girlfriend appeared
to haul him off.
The waitress hurried over and asked me if I was okay. I just
told her he was a bad man and she said she agreed. Apparently he’s been there
But later when I left the cafeteria, another white man,
Eric, approached me in the lobby and told me how happy he was to see my Black
Womyn’s Lives Matter t-shirt. We talked for awhile in English and I found out
he participated in BLM in Ohio, where he’s from & that he’s part of the crew
that is filming some of the solar conference.
But the BEST thing is the film they are making is a
follow-up to “The Power of Community” which I saw years ago at La Pena. It is
the story of how Cuba survived the fall of the Soviet Union and transitioned
from a country that depended on oil and pesticides while growing crops to sell
to the world, to a country that became at least 80% organic and stopped growing
sugar cane, etc., to export and instead began growing food to feed the people.
The filmmaker is HERE NOW! I’m so excited! And this film
she’s making now will be a follow-up about where Cuba is at now, before the
u.s. tourist invasion.
Before we part, Eric tells me to NEVER stop wearing my shirt
– I assure him of course, I will NEVER stop wearing my shirt!