Day 45: I’M Not the Racist

Thursday March 7, 2019

Lows in the high teens this morning. Hard to believe that Spring is only twelve days away. Decided to wear my red, white and blue wool hat with ear flaps, then switch to my navy blue MAGA hat after I boarded the ferry to Manhattan. Not in the mood for drama.

Once aboard the ferry, I was comfortably ensconced in a quiet section on the lower deck, minding  own business, working on my laptop, when I heard someone say something . . . . it sounded like “mumble mumble rayciss hat . . . mumble mumble.”

I looked up and saw a black guy parking his bicycle one row away from me. He was wearing a balaclava because of the cold weather. He kept looking at me and mumbling but I couldn’t understand what he was saying, so I said, “I can’t hear what you’re saying because of your mask.”

He removed his baclava and called me a racist for wearing a MAGA hat. I told him that I’m not a racist. He replied, “you’re a racist if you’re wearing that hat.” Then I said, “No, you’re the racist.”

And then he played his hand: “you’re right, I don’t like white people who wear that hat.”

Aha.

I said, “It’s obvious you don’t like white people, period. You’re the racist.” Then I got up and moved to an upper deck and continued working.

I’m guessing the Staten Island Ferry policemen know me by sight at this point. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have orders to key an eye on me, if only for my own protection. As I’ve said before, I love the Staten Island ferry policemen. If not for them, the ferries would turn into anarchic toilets.

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