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| A day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich -- NOT-- |
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| Though this is a continuation of my last entry it isn't specifically about what I did or didn't do. It is more in the vane of something that makes you go MMMM. I live in the heart of a fairly segregated city. Most Americans whether they admit it or not still, even in this day and age live in one. The largest majority of African-Americans still live east of Troost Avenue (one of the major avenues here in KC) and the majority of Anglos not only live west of Troost but avoid going east as much as possible. They don't feel the need to make any specific excuses they just stay on "their side." Well most African-Americans feel similar about going west of Troost. I, on the other hand have lived my whole live in white areas and find no reason to change now. See digression later about desegregation of neighborhoods. Well one thing that I often hear when I talk to other African-Americans when I tell them where I live and shop is "Aren't you uncomfortable there and don't you have problems with clerks and things over there?" Well I must admit that for the most part I am neither uncomfortable nor do I have any particular problem with the clerks either on the plaza or in Broookside. In the past, having had problems in other areas, no not really having problems, but noticing how I am treated i.e. with a lack of respect, trust and with a little fear. I saw that when I was accompanied by my friends (mostly white) I didn't notice the same phenomenai, I am not sure if it just wasn't there, if it was assumed that I belonged because I was accompanied by the "the right people", or I was so busy paying attention to my friends that I didn't notice. ciao |
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