A young woman waited for us at the subway gate, while we were saying our daily hello to Respect, the man who sells newspapers at subway entrance. He is Jamaican and a marathoner and a father, he knows L since he was even tinier, and they love each other and he taught him to fist bump.
When we reached the woman, she smiled at us sweetly, we smiled back, and then she said, “It’s 2017. Very soon, black people won’t have to coon to you anymore”, swiped her card and disappeared into the gate.
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