Racism Is A Tale Of Two Scars

The unbearable slightness of healing.

Steve QJ
ILLUMINATION-Curated

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Photo by Denerio Watkins on Unsplash

A couple of months ago, a friend of mine was nearly blinded by a sequence of minor coincidences:

  1. She woke up a little later than usual, so instead of putting in her contact lenses, she grabbed an old pair of glasses.
  2. The lenses kept fogging up because she wasn’t used to wearing them with a face mask.
  3. Struggling to see where she was going, she tripped and fell, landing face-first on the aforementioned glasses.

The frames snapped in half, and one of the pieces pierced the skin just below her eyebrow, carving upwards from there.

If the frames had sliced downwards or a fraction to the right, she’d have lost an eye. If she had more experience with the glasses/face mask combo, she’d have been able to see where she was going. If she’d worn her contact lenses, as usual, she’d have gotten away with a few bruises.

Instead, she was left with two scars.

The first is the scar that I see; a small, dark crease that’s about as long as my thumbnail. Its position next to her eyebrow makes it look more like a frown line than a scar, and because I only see it occasionally, it’s healed surprisingly quickly. It’s already subtle enough that while it doesn’t look like it’s…

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Steve QJ
ILLUMINATION-Curated

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