Source: Adults
Author: Isabella Thornston
Title:
Racism at Baileys
The market is busy on Saturdays. People rushing about for fresh fruit mostly preoccupied in self centeredness. "Excuse me" is said apparently for the benefit of no one. A white woman smiled at me over the produce as we gathered. I drove my basket in between and around others who were oblivious to my politeness. I just had to get to the onions, which are important in most southern dishes. One more turn and Ah yes, I see them just ahead. There is a black family in the isle; I pause giving them time to walk by. I begin to push my cart forward and must stop; one black man is standing in my way, deliberately. His eyes are full of contempt. I do not look away nor do I move. Slowly his 6 foot 5 inch frame passes by me, but the eyes to not. His glare is apparent and I don't know why. I haven't done anything to this man.
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