Being a feral white primate in an Afro-American rich environment can get lonely. But this morning I experienced a rare moment of racial pride on the very some bus where the only white men are usually mumbling, toothless 35-year-old stoners limping on their tax-payer provided medical cane to make a drug deal.
At 6:47 a.m. a tall man wearing dirty cargo shorts and work boots, and carrying a lunch cooler, got onto the bus, did not take the last disability seat, and instead let a lady have it. He then stood in the aisle in front of me, proudly wearing a black shirt with white lettering.
The front of the shirt read: REPENT!
The back of the shirt was taken entirely up by the white block lettering on the thin black field which proclaimed: REPENT YOU FUCKING SAVAGES!
I wanted to ask him if he had that shirt custom made in the wake of the April riots. Then I saw him take a seat and open up a book, Reflections of C.S. Lewis.
A bolt of white lightning split the sky!
God placed another literate white man on a Harm City bus!
Might we be multiplying?
Or is he my replacement?
Whatever the case may be, welcome aboard, Bro.
Please tell me you got his contact number for an interview or grabbed one on the bus? His story must be told!
One of my foibles is to never introduce myself on first seeing a person.
I have dropped the ball—please don't reassign me to the anchorage desk...
I will seek him out, Sean, promise.
I do believe I shall recognize him!
James, that's a like a urban Bigfoot sighting!
I suppose I should have gotten a hair sample at least.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I really need to find this guy again.
God how I love the stories of my strong white bros !
Amen.
I have been chastised for not getting an interview, so will try and redeem myself.