“it’s okay to be white,” says the sign taped to the fence outside the track.
i’m not sure why it bothers me so much. but i think the answer lies on the track.
it’s a beautiful day, sunny and 70 degrees. white? it’s more like a rainbow.
two hispanic women in their 30s are walking in lane 3. an old white guy, maybe in his 80s, is sprinting on lane 1. the Beefcake Boys are doing shot put drills. an old guy of uncertain ethnicity and a younger woman are flinging the hammer. a black guy in dreadlocks is getting a massage from a young asian man off the front straight.
and i’m the old white guy in lane 9.
that’s the thing about the track. age, race, gender, speed, talent — it doesn’t matter. you do your best, and cheer as others do theirs. the world should be more like the track.
it’s okay to be white.
it’s not okay to be racist.