Wednesday September 14, 2016
from a tweet
He keeps his hands in his pockets. Safest that way. He chews Hubba Bubba and spits it into the trash can at the bus stop on the way to Community College. First one in his family to go. He doesn’t call out racism, even though it follows him like a stray dog. Safest that way. Fly under the radar, his mother says. He does well. His instructors give him pats on the back and ask if he wants to work in the Lab, helping out. He agrees. He likes when it’s quiet there and he can really focus. Hard with so many other people around.