Every day, several times a day, hired cars slow down and honk as I walk to or from the subway along the main drag.
It's because I'm white.
I'm the only white person in sight.
They assume that either I a) have money for a car service, or b) would rather travel by car than by foot in a neighborhood in which I am the only white person.
The other day I saw a young black man try to hail one of these cars, but the car would not stop.
Perhaps it was on a destination call.
i'm a white writer. in new york. original, no? i've been blogging since october 2002. this blog picks up in october 2008, when i moved from DC to NY...(and then I moved to Maine in 2012)