But we want you erased from our memory, I hear myself say. I see it in their faces. I can read the room! Resentment is thick.
But youre not happy here.
Happy such as the fictional Aunt Jemina. It was time to go. I look at the two and had a hard time recognizing women, a Black woman. The efforts of my activism, erased. Human decency between these two, absent.
I rise from my seat and reach for the door on an arthritic knee that let me know that I had sat too long.
This corporate manager knows how to make her corporate bosses happy. Im sacrificed by the Black woman who doesnt want me to being up race. Stress? Deliberately so! The Black manager scored points with this white corporate representative. I know this all too well: Corporate and management dont stand for the people. I wonder if that has anything to do with race and class?
As of Tuesday, September 30, 2025, a week after this meeting, tests results showed my platelets are good, but my WBC, RBC, hemoglobin, and hematocrit are down. What I call the immuno numbers are too high or too low. Ive been weak and sick for over a week. Stress.
That day, the week before, I look at the manager, Youre mother is 72, you said? I hope you dont speak to her the way your spoke to me.
Human decency? In America, what has happened to to human decency?
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