Color of Racism: #Story
It was lunchtime on a quiet day at a busy popular local coffee shop. I had been out on a few sales calls and needed to grab a quick bite. A black waitress friend I knew well showed me to a table, we exchanged a bit of gossip, laughed and I placed my usual order. In came a young black man, hat askew with the swagger of a young man whose exaggerated confidence doesn’t yet fit his life’s experiences.