I sit here at my job as the only black person in the building, yes the building! The higher I climb the corporate ladder and excel in my education the fewer blacks I see. Oh wait excuse me for the lie, there are other blacks in the building – my client’s nannies.
When I see them I have an urge to speak, something in me pushes me towards them. I have so many questions, but I also feel like a trader of some sort. Why do I feel so guilty? I stand behind the counter answering phones, managing schedules and hugging white babies. And in return there are exchanges of awkward glances between my brethren and I.
I feel so alone. Black culture is completely different from white culture. Many times I find myself laughing at jokes that are not funny or talking about subjects that completely do not interest me. Although, the more I pay attention the more I recognize that both parties are sharing fake laughter and forced conversation. Now, as I mentioned before I am use to this setting, have broken difference/commonalty barriers, and found topics both parties can enjoy, but is it too much to ask for a black companion in a sea of white supremacy?