So on the way to B’ham I stopped for a break at a hotel, as I’m prone to do. Clean bathrooms and Internet access. As I was printing off some directions the gal behind the desk asked if I was from Oregon. She’d noticed my license plate.
She proceded to tell me that she’d moved to Georgia from Bend, Oregon about six years ago. Her parents live in Georgia but she prefers Bend.
“The racism here is bad,” she said.
She is of Indian descent and her accent is strong.
“One man told me to go back to my own country,” she said. “I told him to go back to his.”
She added that her children are in good schools and that they like living near their grandparents so they won’t be returning to Oregon anytime soon. She said that her children have faced relatively little racism.
Maybe we are doing something right.
At the bookstore event today I met a woman from Seattle. She was in B’ham visiting her grandchildren. In Washington, she’s an English tutor.
“This economy is hurting the poor the most,” she said, then noted that she had students who are working numerous jobs to help their families.
I heard over dinner about a writer friend who is teaching writing to the homeless. What a terrific idea that is…
Speaking of the economy, another bookstore here in B’ham is shutting its doors. The Independents are hurting terribly. The next time you have a gift to give, buy a book from an Independent bookstore. If you end up jobless, you might be thankful to have a local bookstore in the neighborhood to hang out at.
As one bookstore owner said, “You’d think that people would figure out that books are good, cheap entertainment.”
For the price of a movie you could find hours more entertainment. I’m just saying…