My mother, wife, and the other member of Verily Prime are always
laughing and re-telling the story behind twenty-three vacant positions. Over four years ago, I answered an ad which said that they had 23 vacant compliance positions. During the initial process, I spoke to the lady in charge via a telephonic interview; she lauded me with praise about my being an attorney, my writing samples, and my knowledge of the subject matter. I was told to come down for a formal interview…so I was attired in my best business suit, polished black shoes, and the expensive leather brief-case the other member of Verily Prime gave me for graduating law school. I have deliberately left out an important variable that is germane to this story-that is when I spoke to the would-be-employer, I spoke in a fake British Accent. I have being doing so for a long time…since I was a boy in California . Within my West Indian family, I spoke what is called “Patios,” but among my American friends and colleagues, who had a difficult time understanding the above mentioned Patios, I spoke the Queen’s English. Now, let us get back to the story. I go to the interview to this fancy building in lower Manhattan …and as I waited in the lobby, a representative of the lady that lauded me on the phone came and said that the positions were filled. At that moment, I understood racism and how people in similar situations, all of sudden, resort to deadly violence that they hadn’t known before. I thank Christ Jesus that I wasn’t “packing,” and moreover, that He gave me the grace to walk out peacefully. The funny thing is that before I became a Christian, I seldom drank alcohol, yet when I was refused the interview, I went to Apple-Bees on and ordered two Budweiser beers. Now, because I had such a low tolerance for the spirits, I found myself having to wait along time for the two beers to wear off. I tell this story because we, as blacks, in this part of America , tend to have this feeling that racism is only rampant and blatant down South or what is pejoratively call “Dixie .” I have had Army basic training in Alabama and Army training down at Georgia and I could honestly say that the South has nothing vis-à-vis racism on some of my Italian, Jewish, and Irish brothers and sisters in New York City . When the renown Lehman Brothers went out of business, I happened to be working upstate New York in a compliance capacity; my dear mother called me lamenting about the fate of all those people who lost their jobs as a result of Lehman’s collapse-she then made the astute observation that all she saw coming out of the Lehman building, with their card board boxes with their belongings, were whites….
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