I kindly told them not to look at me when they pass by me. Those seated around me may think that I either know them or pity them but that’s not the point of being in Business Class. They are to walk with eyes straight ahead carrying all their superfluous carry-ons and maximum-sized bags because $20.00 was far outside their price range.
They all parade ( or “corral” would be a better word) to their tiny seats in the back of the plane. I’ve forgotten what that area of the plane looks like. I think it’s closer to their bathrooms. And I mean “their” bathrooms. Sometimes, in the boring-beginning-flight attendant lectures some say “please use the bathroom closest to you” which means when the First Class curtains are closed we’d prefer (or insist) that your bathroom be in your area.
I’m stopped at a red light and a black person at a bus stop looks at me and instantly looks down as though there’s cotton to be picked. I just smiled at the person.
My sisters and I will laugh about this whole travel thing when we arrive and wait for our cruise. They saved money and I didn’t care. The black person I care about and truly wished the head would now stand high.
Their my sisters, by the way and I love them but divisions is what helps us comfortably divide the divided.