"Hey look, man," the short one said, licking his lips, "could you get a cab for us?"
"A cab?" I said and played dumb.
"Yeah, a cab."
"Why can't you just get your own?"
"Cause we black, man, they won't stop for us."
"You think they'll stop for me?"
He laughed and his friend did too. "Yeah, all you got to do is put your hand up, they'll stop for you."
So I did. I put up my hand and a cab pulled right up. I made eye contact with the cabbie as the two men climbed in the back. His eyes looked hurt.
"We are going to 30th street," I heard the man in the back seat say. The cab pulled away.
I got on the subway and went home.
