lefties…

it’s a rough road. but it’s a pretty cool one. lefties will bond over things that have nothing to do with superficialities. we’re always happy to find each other because we are totally outnumbered. lol

one time i was in this town i had no clue about, in the deep south. i had pulled off the highway to get some gas and knew as soon as i walked into the general store (with a porch, and a daggon swing?! lol) that i was in the WRONG place.

i was in the wrong place and i was terrified. there were no blk people. no brn people, no red people, no yellow people. just white people. no one that resembled me at all. i’m not used to that. i’m from the north. we have racism a plenty and a lot of diversity (new hampshire gets a little tricky outside of the cities. big klan state. also the state of “live free or die” trying. it’s a strange irony to be in the kancamagus, camping and brn. but i do things that aren’t “normal” for blk and brn people, so…) my rental was riding on fumes. and the map didn’t say “all white town. keep going blk lady. before someone grabs you, rapes you, and hangs you from a tree”

i did not even reflect upon riding into that spot, until i noticed the flags on the wall…all over the walls. and a picture of robert e. lee which i remembered from american history.

the rebels.

as soon as i walked in? it got super quiet at the lunch counter (they had one of those too). i felt like i was in a black and white movie from 1920.

surreal.

i walked to the counter and talked to the young man behind it. i told him i needed 30 bucks in gas. he was pretty standoffish and made no eye contact, until i went to sign the receipt. and then he looked right at me with a smile on his face.

“you’re a lefty like me.”

it was like a big chunk of ice breaking and crashing into the sea. i was so relieved.

he came from around the counter, walked me to my car, pumped my gas, told me he didn’t need a tip and that i was to get back on the highway and not stop for the next 6 exits. i was like,

“are you serious?!”

and i’ll never forget what he said

“it’s unsafe for you to be in this section of the state ma’am. don’t stop. keep going till you get to [said] exit. your people and my people are there. you’ll be fine.”

i actually hugged him, and he was laughing. i also did exactly what he said. like i had an angel in my path. i never found out his name.

i never saw him again.

but good dude.

and i’m not dead yet. lol

(ps: check her out! go blue!! lmao! i see you baby girl. you’re in good company! oprah, lupita… kewl! :) )