Broken feet and Yuppies

Over the break, I fell off a twelve foot later and broke two bones in my foot. This especially sucks, because me and my boyfriend don't drive, and we don't have family in town, so I can't get around very far in my air cast. I slept all day today, because broken bones hurt, and finally decided I couldn't take it anymore. After all, I have papers to write and books to read. So I walked the short walk to Starbucks for a cup of joe. On my way a wealthy a family (highlighted momma, salt and pepper papa, and parted and gelled baby boy) zoomed passed me in their hybrid car, and honked their horn. The kid turned around and laughed. They got really close to me.

The car vehicle behind them was an SUV with tinted windows. A girl was driving. Her male passenger revealed himself from behind the descending black window. He was wearing over sized clothes, a gold chain, and lop side black beanie. He said, "Hey little Mama, you need a ride?" I told him thanks, but declined the ride.

I cross into the the Barnes and Noble parking lot, swinging my leg back and forth. To my left, a car full of women stop, and let me pass with their eyes on the parking space I'm hobbling towards, when from behind me a psycho mom in a mini-van whips around me. I fell back to avoid her running over my foot. From the asphalt, all I can see is a fresh white soccer ball decal that says "Soccer Mom" above it. The largest of the women, in the patient car, came with her chest out to soccer mom's window in my defense. She banged on the window, "I know you saw that girl in the cast, you were just too worried about this parking space, your time is more important than this little girl's health. You got to come out there sometime." The big woman crossed her arms and wait. The brake lights on the van flashed, I guess soccer mom wanted to double lock her doors. The driver of big mama's car yelled for her, "Mama, get back in this car. It is too cold out there." Big mama looked her bare arms. Her big floral dress was blowing in the cold wind. She mumbled under her breath as she waddled back to car the car.

Interestingly the two cars that were more concerned with time than fellow man were Caucasian, and the SUV who offered me a ride, big mama, and her car full were African American. Is this coincidence? I don't think so. I think that spoiled children beget spoiled adults who act like children. Those yuppies were so self absorbed. My leg was not the wound of another, but was offensive to them, it slowed them down, it was their hindrance. The people concerned for me were African American. As we all know, African Americans are not treated equal in this country even today. We know this from countless examples of racial profiling, police brutality, and employment discrimination. I think that the people who stopped were more capable of love and empathy, because of how valuable love and empathy is to them, while the people who tried to run me over place more value on time and self interest.