09-12-2014, 10:50 AM
One evening in Port Antonio, my wife and I (both white) and our Jamaican driver walked
into a bar. It was like those old Western movies where the sheriff or some outlaw
walks through the swinging doors and everyone stops and stares and the piano player stops playing...high tension. But only for about 5 seconds and then...our skin color no
longer mattered...just customers after that.
into a bar. It was like those old Western movies where the sheriff or some outlaw
walks through the swinging doors and everyone stops and stares and the piano player stops playing...high tension. But only for about 5 seconds and then...our skin color no
longer mattered...just customers after that.