I saw the frantic look on her black face, but for some reason, her plight did not connect with me. At 20, I suffered the indifference of young people. I really did not give it a second thought when I walked away and went into the theater until she met me in the parking lot angry.
It was the late 1980s in Columbia, SC. I attended a movie with my friend from college, Iris. The woman wanted us to open the door and let her in. She had gone back to the car and gotten locked out of the theater. Her face in agony, she approached me angrily. “I did not want to believe people in the South were so racist, but you showed me it is true. You judged me and would not help.”
I look back on that day though and wished I had opened the door or maybe notified a worker about the lady. I look at my heart and wonder would I have opened the door if she had been white? I can’t say with certainty that my actions would have been different.
If I could meet that woman again today, I would apologize. I defended myself and did not take time to listen to her anguish and her feelings of isolation and being oppressed. I apologize to her. I did not show her the love of Christ at that moment.
I walked through a season of waiting for the last four months as our nation faced great upheaval and a pandemic. This week is the first #LMMLinkup in a while so I will forgo the “Most Clicked” and my “Favorite Post” just for this week.
Thank you. everyone. for your kind words as I begin to blog again.
Now, it is time to link up to the Literacy Musing Mondays hop!