Easy Like Sunday Morning

I’m sitting on my front porch, typing a probable blog post about President Obama’s census form choice. A car just rolled past with two men in it. The driver was White and he had a Black passenger. Almost as soon as I noticed the passenger, he noticed me. Instinctively, learned of course but definitely unthinking, I raised my hand and my head in greeting. He was doing exactly the same thing to me.



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