My laundromat excursions feel increasingly awkward to me. Yesterday, I approached the counter to take pictures. Next to the display, Maria was speaking in Spanish with another employee. I pretended not to understand anything. I wondered if I should jump in with a little Spanish quip to prove that I wasn't a completely disconnected (white) Yale student operating on another plane but then thought perhaps that would just be condescending. I asked Maria how she was -- she looked sort of put upon as she said, "Fine." I thanked her again and ran away, feeling somewhat ashamed. I felt like everyone was watching me.
There were two new poems on the board and one written on the pad of paper.
The board says:
for difficult or cooperation
easy smell
him wisdom
could some black police
search home
do we trust they
never dream
first than
am safe
help me
say money
grow soon
enter here
I love you
lock white trust
A second poem:
over villain
these fear
did this job
between money
was home
The paper says (an sort of jumbled composite of the two - so maybe they are one):
I love you
enter there
grow soon
say money help me
am safe
first, then
never dream
do we trust they
search home
could some black
police as question
him wisdom
easy smell
was home
between money
did this jod [sic]
these fear
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