Thursday, July 28, 2016

The Silence of Our Friends

I'm on the metra. I didn't have my ticket pulled up on my phone when the conductor came by. He walked away to check other tickets. The black man behind me had purchased a weekend pass when he meant to buy a Ravinia pass. They are the same price. The man calmly argued that he didn't want to buy another pass, because they are the same price. Can't the conductor just rule it as a mistake this once? The conductor said he was making a scene and to please exit the train at the next stop. He did. Calmly. The conductor walked right past me and smiled.

I never had to show him a ticket. I was silent on the train. I probably shouldn't have been. So I'm making noise here.

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

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