Snippet of conversation overheard on the bus this morning, between an elderly lady and a middle-aged man:
Lady: We had to have our own neighborhood back then, you know.
Man: In a lot of ways I think that was better. We were more independent that way.
Lady: Oh yes.
They were talking about segregation.
To me, hearing people wax nostalgic for the days of segregation is like hearing women extoll the virtues of the harem. It’s jarring, disconcerting, to think that there are people who would actually prefer it. I understand that the economic boom in this city is leaving many disenfranchised and discontented, but to prefer a day when your options were even more severely limited? How can that be better?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs