Rare, for me
It is rare, for me
I am white
I am middle class
I am a citizen
I am fluent in English
I am educated
I am able-bodied
I am able-minded
I am employed
My privileges usually guard me
It is rare--
Rare for me to sit on the receiving end of a flood
of animosity
of fear
of anger
Today I spoke with a person who poured
her animosity, fear, and anger
over the phone lines
into my ears
into my heart
“You shouldn’t be helping illegals,” she says
“I’m reporting you,” she says
“We’re investigating you,” she says
My heart skips, hands clench, breath catches
Just a glimmer of the everyday reality for many
I am white
I am middle class
I am a citizen
I am fluent in English
I am educated
I am able-bodied
I am able-minded
I am employed
My privileges usually guard me
It is rare--
Rare for me to sit on the receiving end of a flood
of animosity
of fear
of anger
Today I spoke with a person who poured
her animosity, fear, and anger
over the phone lines
into my ears
into my heart
“You shouldn’t be helping illegals,” she says
“I’m reporting you,” she says
“We’re investigating you,” she says
My heart skips, hands clench, breath catches
Just a glimmer of the everyday reality for many
posted by Lizard Foot at
4:48 PM
1 Comments:
Oh why, oh why do people think this way? I can only imagine that she must already be miserable and her misery must find an outlet.
I'm so sorry you were engulfed in a toxic flood.
Your writing let me feel your fear and pain--thank you.
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