The Good Samaritan

Posted on: December 14, 2012

The girl crosses the yard’s line to amalgamate herself with the rest of society. The blacks and the whites and the Indians and the Hispanics engaging in practical tasks–pushing carts, feeding babies, ringing their buys through personalized cash-registers on their individual cellphones with their crispy, shiny, new credit cards. It is a regular day in the city; it is a regular day for her.

A black man, sitting with his chin resting between his thumb and index finger, raises an empty cup that says “end hobophobia” to the sky, as if raising a toast to his predicament. For the girl, this is a vain attempt at getting her attention. Unconcerned for his well-being, she sashays by in her new plastic-diamond studded stilettos. Having noticed the sign, however, it is now at the forefront of her thoughts. Hobophobia. She wonders if that’s the new homophobia and snuffs. Soon it will be ethnophobia, or rather negrophobia, or maybe that’s already a thing.

The sonorous sound of metal clanging through plastic alerts her attention. She turns to the homeless man, having guessed where the noise is coming from, and notices a diminutive white woman generously dropping change into the inanely labelled cup.

Seeing this reminds her of Christmas: when the good people of the world share their blessings through charitable acts and good Christians let the world know that they still exist. Missing from this picture are lights, snow, and Christmas, and Christmas carols, of course. She releases a deep sigh, ameliorated by this random act of kindness, and unconsciously fingers the yellow cross resting between her breasts.

-Here sir, some money for your work.
The girl drops a few quarters into the cup as she knocks the pavement with her two inch heels.

While the man nods his gratitude, he does not look at her; instead he fixes his eyes to his cup, enamoured by the slight glint on the silver and gold coins, his amassing wealth reflecting in his large round eyes.

This response is fine with the girl. She pats herself because she has done a good deed. A darn good deed.


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