Monday, July 27, 2020

Ten For Tuesday Episode 189: Love Beach Slackers



Heart Beach - Other Side
X - Cyrano deBerger's Back
The Slackers - Tonight
Victor Rice - Simao
Long Beach Dub Allstars - Youth
Vic Ruggiero and Friends - Shelly
David Bowie - Helden
Scenius - Held
Love Battery - Half Past You
The Glazzies - Take It Easy

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Sunday, July 12, 2020

Awesome, A (Very) Short Story

This was written before the recent protests over police brutality, as a comment on the sad verbal (and sometimes physical) attacks on those of Asian ancestry, that were popping up in the news as Covid 19 cases were exploding worldwide. While I can't write about that in the 1st person, I thought I should do something. Now it seems kind of, well, tame to be honest. Even though it's still in draft form I wanted to get it out before more time goes by. Every time I look at it I start editing so I'm sure it will change in the future. One thing is sure, I could use somebody else's opinion.

P.S. This is complete fiction. Thankfully I have witnessed nothing like this.

Awesome

The pharmacy closed at eight which left me only ten minutes to dash in, grab my medicine and get out while the getting was good. This wasn’t exactly a great neighborhood to be in, especially in the evening, so speed was of the essence. Launching myself from my car I clicked the locks without looking back, laser-focused on my mission to get to the front door of the pharmacy. A scruffy looking man standing against the wall, wearing a beater that barely covered his beer gut suddenly yelled “Go back to China you Corona Virus bitch!” His target was a lady in scrubs and a mask who had just exited the store.

Shocked at his vitriol I skid to a stop roughly ten feet away from where he stood, instantly torn as to whether I should stand up for her or just continue on my way. After all, like I said, the pharmacy was close to closing and I really needed my medicine. I know, it’s a shitty way to think and I’m ashamed that I had that thought, but I did. Something about being cooped up at work for eight plus hours a day before going home and being cooped up for the rest of the day just made me think selfishly. No excuse though.

I couldn’t ignore this imbecile though but before I could open my mouth the lady spun on her heel and slapped him full on his right cheek. Stunned, he staggered back a few steps and his countenance changed from angry to bewildered to pathetic all in less than a second and yes, it was that rapid but also that clear. This was not the reaction he had sought. His eyes became moon sized and he sputtered ”You you you can’t do that.” In a clear Okie drawl she yelled back at him “I was born here jackass! And not all Asians are from China just like not all Spanish speakers are from Mexico! Get a clue!” Right then and there a huge, sloppy grin popped onto my face.

She hadn’t needed my assistance at all. Maybe she was fed up with the crappy treatment towards those of Asian descent that exposed yet another side of the racist underbelly of our society. Maybe she was just tired and wanted to get home after a hard day. Or maybe she was a strong woman who didn’t take crap from anyone, least of all a racist prick attempting to confront her. I’d like to think it was the last one.


When it was clear that the poor excuse for a man was sufficiently cowed she spun on her heel and walked straight towards me. Her eyes were smoldering as they focused on my personage, perhaps in expectation of another imbecilic attack. Instead, she received an ovation. All I could say was “You are so awesome” in a voice that did nothing to hide my awe and admiration. Seeing I was no threat she continued on and I could swear she had a twinkle in her eye as she replied” Damn right I am!”

Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.