December 13, 2018
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Chapter 24: Back from Dallas, Texas
Here is a copy of something
I posted on Facebook while in Dallas, Texas at the recent Escape Artist
conference:
Man, does it feel good to wake up and know
that I am in TEXAS.
Strangers say, “Good Morning”.
People of all races were at Bible study together Saturday night at the
hotel. Staff with entry-level, service jobs are smiling, not angry. I had MANY of those jobs coming up. I didn’t
protest or demand higher wages or cheaper housing. I worked harder, just like these folks.
A beautiful black woman who runs the hotel lounge bar calls me“baby” every time she sees me. She rubs my shoulders as she passes me. I didn’t call her manager, or CNN. Imagine if I (a white man) did that to her (a black woman) in Oakland, SF or Berkeley. I would probably be arrested, lose my job and certainly get my fifteen minutes of fame on TV.
Longhorn fans were sitting with Sooner fans and Red Raider fans. No fights. And Texas had just lost the big game. Could Giants fans do that with Dodger fans?
I ate “Gunslinger Chicken
Wings” and no one was offended, apprehensive or shot, for that matter.
It’s so nice to be out of the waist-deep victimology of California and just breathe for a few days, with genuine people.
It’s reassuring to see that this still exists outside the whiny Bay Area bubble and the tribalism ofCalifornia.
When I tell people where I am from, they say,
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about all the trouble y’all have been having.”
And I reply, “Do you mean the fires and mudslides?”
And then say, “Yeah…that too.”
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