thoughts
I was on my way to Fedex today and I got off the bus at the wrong stop, to be precise, 1.5 miles away from my destination. This involved walking from Berkeley to Emeryville. So I head out, thinking, no big deal, it’s broad daylight. And in this broad daylight, I passed by low-income neighborhoods where African Americans shouted across to each other and I was scared. Scared in the freaking daylight. Society has taught me to treat everyone as equals and yet statistics pushed by that same society has also taught me to be cautious. It wasn’t until I saw a run-down elementary school, that I felt safe. Then the white neighborhoods, with little ladies working in their gardens, and I began taking out my iphone again. Then the Indians, and I felt perfectly safe. Why is that? Why, even as an educated college student studying global poverty, did I feel afraid? Why is the income gap so great in between neighborhoods that the physical condition of houses and schools can be so distinctively different, even just within my 3 mile walk? Mm. Food for thought.
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fahsiao said:
why do people cling to abundance?
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s9ptembersveryown said:
“to be precise, about” = oxymoron?
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lindaxu posted this
