Strays

Yesterday I went food shopping with my oldest sister. But before we waded into the fray, we went to the park with Mr. Dog.

We found two dogs wandering, it seemed, by themselves in the park. Being soft-hearted dog lovers, we worried about them. Because Park is in a very small town, we stopped by Town Hall rather than calling the police to report stray dogs. We were treated politely, listened to, and someone else had called in earlier.

It was strange to be in a police station yesterday. But I was not afraid.

White privilege.

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3 responses to “Strays

  1. Nicely put. I wish it hadn’t taken something as awful as Ferguson for me to read so much thoughtful writing on privilege and racism. I’ve learned a lot in the past few months. Thanks for being part of that.

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