Days of Questions

I was telling someone that a guy, a Caucasian was trying to get my attention yesterday and I didn’t give it. So he said, “I just want to ask a question.” I then shook my head. So he asked . “NO? NO? NO?” as I walked away.  And there I wondered if he was helping me say NO to himself. So the person I told said, “Maybe he wants your attention. “I nodded. “Yes, but my attention is not free. It is in my discretion.” I predicted more questions and here they come my readers. Why? No one can get my hands on my books. They have to buy to read to understand, for me to explain. Those days are gone when racism ran both labor and money. I pray more tension, more chaos my readers. It is a great evil to steal labor directly from a laborer’s mouth. Evil is great, isn’t it?