I was walking to my car and saw 2 men next to a car and laughing. They appeared relaxed with one another.
Me: *waving* “Y’all doing alright?”
Them: *waving back* “Good and you?”
Me: “Trying to make it.”
They gave knowing nods.
2/ "Trying to make it."
An expression Black folks know well.
Yup.
One was wearing an Atlanta Falcons hoodie with the hood up. Only a strip of pecan-colored skin could be seen above his mask.
The other had on a thread-bare short-sleeved t-shirt & a neck gaiter over his nose.
3/ Me: “Dang! You ain’t cold out here with that short-sleeved shirt?”
He rubbed his dark brown arms and laughed.
Hoodie: “Nah, the ashiness is protective.”
*laughter*
T-shirt: “I’ll take ashy over that wack ass Falcons hoodie.”
Me: “Yeeeah. . .not the best year for us.”
4/ T-shirt: “Not the best year for Y’ALL. That’s his team.”
Hoodie: “I’m always gon’ rep the hometeam, folk!”
*laughter*
Me: “Hey . . .umm. . .I’m a doctor at Grady and wanted to ask if y’all plan to get a #COVIDVaccine when the chance comes.”
They exchanged glances.
5/ Me: “Dang. It’s like that?”
Hoodie: *chuckling* “Nah. I probably will at some point. But him?” *shaking head laughing*
Me: *looking at his friend* “What about you?”
He turned his body slightly away from me. And the twinkle that was in his eyes before darkened.
Dang.
6/ Me: *shifting back to Hoodie* “So . . .you say you probably will? What makes you say that?”
Hoodie: “My wife, that's what.”
*collective laughter*
T-shirt: “Pssshhh.” *shaking head* “Hell nah.”
Me: “Hmm. . . mind me asking why?”
T-shirt: “To be honest? Yeah. I do.”
Eek.
7/ I raised a hand and nodded.
Me: “Okay. Fair.” *turning to leave* “Hey, I hope you’ll think about it.”
His face crinkled in disapproval. I immediately felt embarrassed.
T-shirt: “And I hope YOU'LL think about the fact that Black folks ain’t stupid as everybody think.”
8/ Body blow.
T-shirt: “There ain't NOTHING good that's ever been offered to the masses. EVER. If it was that great? It would only be going to rich people. Trust me on that.”
Me: *thinking* “Hmmm. You think so?”
T-shirt: “Shit, I know so.”
He punctuated it with a snort.
9/ Me: “But like. . .in this case. . . the masses getting it WOULD benefit the rich. So maybe that’s part of it?”
T-shirt: “Bullshit. It benefits whoever you be with. Rich folks ain’t getting no COVID from nobody poor.”
Me: “What about their employees?”
T-shirt: *shrug* “And?”
10/ I opened my mouth to speak and then stopped.
T-shirt: *glaring at me* “In the whole history of America, there ain’t been SHIT that’s REALLY good that’s made available to more than RICH folks. Not schools, not health care, not SHIT.”
Ooph.
Hoodie shifted on his hightops.
11/ I tried to think of something to say back but was tongue-tied.
T-shirt: “You ever seen a Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s in the HOOD?”
Hoodie and me: *thinking*
T-shirt: “And I AIN'T talking 'bout the GENTRIFIED hood. The REAL hood.” *still glaring* "EXACTLY!"
Dang.
12/ T-shirt: “And you WON'T.”
*awkward silence*
Me: *sigh* "Umm. . so is it that you think it’s something bad in it or . . .what?”
T-shirt: “I don’t think SHIT. I just KNOW what I see every day.”
Something about the way he said that part let me know he was done talking to me.
13/ I looked down and gave a slow nod.
Hoodie: “It’s okay, Doc. 1 out of 2 ain’t so bad.”
He offered me a chuckle.
I think that was meant to make me feel better. But something about him saying that made me feel worse. I think he sensed it and tried to lighten things up.
14/ Hoodie: *laughing* “Dead ass--I KNEW I was good when they gave it to my man Hank Aaron.”
As in “dead ass serious.”
T-shirt: *eyeroll* “F that. Maaan, they could wake Kobe Bryant up from the MF dead & give him that shot on live TV & I STILL wouldn't take that shit.”
Whew.
15/ I decided to leave it alone.
Me: “Alright then y’all. Good chatting with y'all.”
Them: “Alright then.”
*waving*
I started to crack a joke about him getting some lotion for those ashy elbows. Or about the 4-12 Falcons football season.
But left it alone.
Yeah.
16/ A soft yes.
A hard no.
Insistence of a spouse.
A hero publicly taking the vaccine.
A belief that something freely offered to more than just the rich is suspect.
And a lived experience that supports that idea.
I stood with my gloved hands folded as she approached my station.
Her: *calling out* “Sorry I’m moving so slow.
Me: “It’s okay. Take your time.”
Slowly she approached, leaning her weight onto a four-prong cane with each step.
2/ She handed me her consent form and ID.
Me: “Hi! My name is Dr. Manning. I’ll be administering your #COVIDVaccine today.”
Her: *nodding* “Nice to meet you. I’m Eloise.”
Me: “Likewise, Ms. Eloise. Thanks for being so patient with us.”
Her: “It’s okay.”
*name/details changed
3/ Me: “Ms. Eloise, you right-handed or left-handed?”
Her; “I’m both handed. I was left but when I was little mama’nem made me learn to use my right.”
Me: *chuckling* “Well, let’s see. . . .which arm do you prefer me to give your shot in?”
Her: “Really? Neither.”
On my rounds one day, I was with a med student talking to these two women about their seriously ill father. They were worried, tired, and understandably nervous. They asked a lot of questions.
A whole lot.
Damn, they were scared.
2/ Then, in the middle of an explanation, I was making hand gestures and one sister interrupted me suddenly.
Her: "Wait. Can I see your hand?"
She slowly turned over my right hand, gasped and then looked over at her sister.
Her: *whispering to sister* "You see that?"
3/ The other sister closed her eyes. Then she smiled and then nodded slowly.
Sister: "You're our soror."
She shook her head and released a big relieved sigh.
Then we embraced in a tight three-way Delta hug as tears rolled down their cheeks.
Them: *ringing up items* “You find everything okay?”
Me: “Yup.”
Them: “I like your hair.”
Me: “Hey—thanks.”
Them: *nods while continuing to swipe items*
*beep-beep-beep*
Them: “Is that highlights? Or . . . .“
Me: “Grey?”
*laughter*
2/ Me: “Yup. I’m openly grey.”
*laughter*
Them: “Well, it’s working for you.”
Me: “’Preciate that.”
*beep-beep-beep*
Me: “Can I ask you a question since you got all up in my grey-hair business?”
*laughter*
Me: “You getting the #COVIDVaccine when it’s offered to you?”
3/ Them: *raises eyebrows*
Me: “Ha ha ha that’s not a answer.”
*laughter*
Them: “Wait--you a doctor or something?”
Me: *patting my head* “One with grey hair, yes.”
Them: *laughing* “You funny. But nah, doc. I’m cool on that vaccine.”
1/ You: “They crazy as hell if they think I’m doing that shit.”
We stared at the wall-mounted TV showing the news. Health care workers gleefully rolled up sleeves and smiled for cameras as they received the first batches of the #COVIDVaccine.
You shook your head hard.
2/ I’d swung by to check on you after missing you on rounds earlier that morning. Even though the television was muted, what was happening was clear.
Me: “What makes you say that?”
You cocked your head and raised your eyebrows at me.
Then threw back your head and laughed.
3/ Me: “I’m serious!”
You: “Shiiit, I am, too!”
*laughter*
Me: “But real talk, though. What makes you say that?”
You: “Say what? Say I ain’t taking that half-cooked shot they peddling?”
Your reply was telling.
I sat on the bedside chair and waited to see what you’d say next.