At the school bus stop, there are some parents waiting for the bus with their children and grandchildren. The adults love chatting. They are always chatting with the other adults. I never saw any adults waiting for the bus quietly.
On the other hand, my daughter and I like to be quiet. We usually wait for the bus, slightly away from them, so that I don’t need to join them chat.
This morning one old man came close to me and started chatting with me. It was rare for him to do so. I have talked with him from time to time. He is a grandpa of two granddaughters. Since his daughter (their mother) has a job, it is his duty to escort his granddaughters to the bus stop every morning and afternoon.
He started talking about the owner of the property next to the bus stop. There is a huge property which becomes a huge junkyard. There are so many junks such as cars, trucks, trailer houses, kitchen sinks, gas tanks, and bed mattresses. They have been there, being abandoned, for many years.
The huge junkyard makes the area dangerous. The area can be a good place to hide for wild animals, criminals, or illegals. In addition to that, the area makes the neighborhood look poor. It lowers the land cost of the entire town.
The neighbors are mad at the owner and warned him to clean up the area, but the owner did not listen to their warning. Thus, the neighbors sued the owner. I have heard about the lawsuit several years ago.
The old man roughly reminded me about this case. Then he informed me of the owner’s death of two weeks ago.
I was listening to him talking on and on. Nothing bothered me, until he spat out with his contempt about the owner. He said “That Indian!”
I could not ignore the word.
Without knowing, I instantly asked him back raising my voice, “what did you say? Did you mean Asian Indian or Native American?”
Then the bus came, so that our conversation was interrupted. He didn’t answer my question. He is an old man, so he didn’t notice that I raised my voice.
We wished each other to have a nice day and departed to our own houses.
While I was walking back home, I started laughing quietly by myself.
I thought to myself “oh my god, I still react to White people calling us Indians!“ I am glad I didn’t punch him in the face, which I almost did. It is my natural reaction.
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