Dear Ms. Northwest Flight Attendant,
I get it. We scare you. I scare you. My cousin (who is frankly adorable), scares you. Her little brother scares you. He is a rather tall, dark presence. No matter that you really don’t know anything about us. Where we come from. What we stand for. Who we are. The Indian lady in front of us with two little infants scares you. Brown people scare you. Everyone scares you. We get it. A lot of things scare you after 9-11. Maybe you don’t have a lot of gas stations in Tennessee. Who knows? Continue reading
