“The police make me as a white woman feel safe, while my black friends, family and neighbours feel the opposite.” Natalie Portman.
Whiteousness Blue and red like a vapour flashes off the windows all around me, siren squeals a warning and I pull over to the side, my routine, rehearsed so often, plays out in tension real, window down, no sudden moves, papers and cards out, both hands on the wheel so he can see there's no threat, sweating now, anxious, is my misdemeanour worth my life, will I bleed for colour today to make this man feel righteous? Do I fit the profile, do I look like someone he needs, wants, to shoot? Don't stare, sound soft, polite, don't be black, ingratiate, just make it easy on his ego, right or wrong, his mood determines my future, Right or wrong, his privilege is my death. ©Paul Vincent Cannon