I just got back from a visit to Seattle. It was lovely. I lived there for six years and ten months. It was time to go but it's still a lovely city. I like to go there and move so much slower. In almost silence. In the shadow of the sleeping volcano, Rainier. There were times, even after years of living there, when the sight of it would take my breath away. It would disappear for days, weeks, under cloud and rain and then suddenly I'd turn a corner and there it was. Huge, majestic, like god saying, "wake up boy." And the city just seemed to stay green all-year round. Is that even possible? Is that just nostalgia? I'll have to ask someone.
This trip I remembered two racial dynamics that I always enjoyed there. Most black people passing each other on the street greet each other. In nyc I'd place it at 1 in every 17 (+- 2 for sample). Also there seems to be more warmth and connection between Asian and black communities in Seattle than one might find in nyc. I think Asian immigrants have a more negative view of American blacks here. The last time I shopped at Costco, after telling me how articulate and honest I seemed, she shared her opinion of the black people actually from the city. As ridiculous and over-general as it was, I don't think it's exactly uncommon.
This trip I remembered two racial dynamics that I always enjoyed there. Most black people passing each other on the street greet each other. In nyc I'd place it at 1 in every 17 (+- 2 for sample). Also there seems to be more warmth and connection between Asian and black communities in Seattle than one might find in nyc. I think Asian immigrants have a more negative view of American blacks here. The last time I shopped at Costco, after telling me how articulate and honest I seemed, she shared her opinion of the black people actually from the city. As ridiculous and over-general as it was, I don't think it's exactly uncommon.
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