Monday, August 16, 2010

Don't Have a Heat Stroke in Roland Park


I learned a hard lesson today... Don't have a heat stroke in Roland Park. For those of you who may not know, Roland Park is a snooty, upper crusty neighborhood in Baltimore. It's an old neighborhood with huge mansions from the 19th century, a locally owned super market that charges a dollar more for everything that you can get at Giant, and of course, a Starbucks.

Anyway... Earlier today I decided to stick to my exercise regime and do an hour of power walking in 95 degree weather. Afterward I drank a lot of water and got into my car that currently has no air conditioning due to some ruptured hoses. I'm almost home when my vision starts to go. I feel like I've just swallowed a fist full of quaaludes (I'm guessing at this one since I've never even had one quaalude nor do I know exactly what they are. I just remember hearing about them in the '70s), I start hyperventilating and going numb and tingly all over. I think I'm having a heat stroke, I say to myself. So I pulled my 1998 Saab 900 SE off of 83 on to Coldspring Lane headed east and made an emergency stop at the corner of Coldspring and Roland Avenue. I get out of the car and collapse on the sidewalk shaking and crying and still hyperventilating.

I manage to call my boyfriend who is debating about whether to call 911 or come and get me, when I spot a good Samaritan - or so I thought. He sees me lying on the ground, makes a step toward me, THEN TURNS AROUND AND WALKS AWAY. He didn't run so as to give me the impression he might be going for help. He never asked if I was OK. NOTHING. Just walked away. Even through my mini trauma, I was shocked. I mean, come on! I'm in Roland Park.

Then I start to think evil thoughts. Mr. Not So Good Samaritan was white. I'm black (yes, black folk can suffer from heat exhaustion) and I wondered, if I were white, would he have walked away? I'm not one to throw out the race card willy nilly, but this really bothered me. Was it just unwillingness to help a stranger or was there more to it? Even in today's society this question is often in the back of the minds of many people of color.

Thoughts?

Friday, March 19, 2010

Mouthing Off and the Art of Self-Restraint

Noted author and my personal mentor, P.M. Forni says that restraint is our inner designated driver. Restraint allows us to make sound decisions. In the following video, you'll see how a young woman may have wished she'd learned the value of self-restraint.

I'm curious to know what you think of this event. So instead of my usual essay about my perspective, I'd like to hear from you.