While waiting for my insurance company to send a tow truck, vehicles of clients (mostly Caucasians) of the pet clinic and customers (all Africans, especially Nigerians) of the African foods store were pulling into the parking lot. But while each of the white people stepped out of their vehicles to approach me to show compassion, my fellow Africans were frowning their faces at me. Before long, their ugly attitudes turned into rude verbal outbursts such as “Hey…this car is disturbing the free flow of traffic…” to loud orders such as “You’ve got to get this car out of here now…”
Some of these outbursts were even delivered in my Yoruba language while all my explanations fell on deaf ears. Incidentally, my car was only parked awkwardly but it was not blocking the road. The drama soon assumed a new dimension when some of the white people in the pet clinic stepped out to confront them.
“You guys are so rude!” one white man yelled. “Is it this guy’s fault that his car became disabled?”
“Disabled…disabled as how?” some Africans, most likely Nigerians asked in ignorance.
“Okay…” a white woman screamed at them. “Can’t you ‘frigging’ see the twisted tire of the car?’
Another white woman added. “Maybe they are all vision-impaired?”
I could only shake my head in embarrassment. Finally, and much to my relief, the tow truck arrived. And while my folks stared sheepishly, a couple of white people came around, offering to assist the tow truck driver in loading my car.
I have always refused to see humanity in colors but objectivity. Yesterday, I was greatly vindicated.