The Fear in their Eyes

I remember in 2006 back when I was in Boston; I somehow got hired by this mortgage company whose offices were in a pretty suburban area. The neighborhood was full of white folks; the people driving down the street, walking past, the people in the restaurants, as well as every single person in my office, all white.

Anyway, I started work with three other new employees on the same day. It was funny, because somehow we realized we all stood out. This was a plain white office, in a plain white neighborhood, and here were the four of us. We formed a tight bond; it was cool, really.

The funniest thing I do remember, however, is when we left work at around 6 or 7pm every day. We would all leave around the same time, and walk towards the bus stop. As we waited for the bus, every white person driving by, walking by and so on would glance at us, and somehow, you could see that they were freaked out. It was funny.

There we were, 4 guys on the side of the road. Two black guys, a Peurto-rican, and a Mddle-eastern. They saw two gangsters, a thief, and a terrorist. Lol.

I love America.