|~ People of Color
I was sitting in front of Tower, waiting for bus number 1 to go to Cambridge. It was windy, but not cold. I only had a quarter of my butt sitting on the small part of paving right in front of the big window.
A drunk bum came out from the green-line T station on my left. He started to walk my way. I pretended not to see. He talked to somebody besides me, but that person only shook his head. So this bum went from him toward me. He asked if I have some money for his coffee. I said politely, no, sorry. He looked at me with hate, and said, "you, Indian!"
I wondered if I seriously looked more like an Indian instead of a Chinese.