ezekiel's chariot - 張敦楷 (pjammer) wrote,
ezekiel's chariot - 張敦楷
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"And in walked the BIGGEST Mexican ..."

Weds morning, 7:00 am - the line to the Superior Court where I had to clear my traffic ticket snaked around the building ... the early morning fog leaving a fine mist on those of us who showed up early to secure a good spot in the queue with the hopes of getting on with our day at a reasonable hour. The line is far more diverse than the people I interact with on a daily basis ... a smattering of well-dressed professionals in white-collar garb lost amidst darker-skinned people down on their luck, for whom a clean pair of jeans would be major wardrobe upgrade.

8 am sharp, the door finally opens - our single outdoor line finally able to split into queues for Traffic and Criminal sections of the courthouse. I note with some detached sociological curiosity how the Mexicans and Blacks peel off and moved en masse for the Criminal division, with whites and Asians line up to receive our respective slaps on the wrist for moving-violation infractions.

I bury my nose in my book and wait my turn to be scolded and fined, wondering about the woman in the short skirt behind me who was muttering "I don't want to go to jail again..."

There is a lesson here, but I am uncertain what it is.

PS: tyrven wrote an intriguing piece on the topic of race.
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