yesterday, in me being problematic
Yesterday I led an Urban Nature Walk in the historically white and racist neighborhood of South Boston. I was proud of the fact that our group contained several non-white people, and made a joke to that effect. No one laughed, possibly because it’s an uncomfortable subject, but more likely because it simply wasn’t funny. Not everyone wants to be dragged into the discourse, especially by a white man taking the opportunity to be smug.
Then one of the members of the group introduced himself to another, and for the first time I heard him say his name. I was acquainted with him online, and knew how his name was spelled and made an error in how it is pronounced. This is a mistake I have been repeating every time I see him again, for about 4 years now.
I apologized, and owned up to having repeatedly made the mistake over a long time; he was gracious and accepting.