Sitting in the airport
in Port au Spain Trinidad
on an Autumn day;
Sunday afternoon
with NFL games on a TV.
I have some time to burn
then fly to Barbados
on an island hopper.
I get into a chat
with a black guy from Alberta
coming back from Guyana.
We rapping about travel.
He found Guyana too raw
and undeveloped
and was heading home early.
Then he starts complaining
about the local Caribbean dialect:
“I couldn’t understand them.”
I empathized,
“Yeah, I have a hard time
with the patois.
I smile and nod my head a lot.”
He responds,
“You’re white so
they expect you to misunderstand.
I’m black so they assume
I can understand them.
I’m just listening
and he goes on.
I’m from Alberta, Canada.
I don’t understand that language.
It’s white privilege.
You get away with not knowing.”
I couldn’t argue his point
and we continued talking
until his plane boarded.
He was an interesting guy.
I shook his hand and wished him luck
as he left to catch his flight.
I looked at the board
and my flight was next.
I spied the TV screen
to see Aaron Rodgers
toss a 4th quarter gamewinner.
I looked at my boarding pass
& I have priority boarding.
I thought about his comment
white privilege.
I didn’t have any argument at all.
A Moment
of living inside history and recognizing and knowing - a moment of truth.
always seeking the truth
always seeking the truth