Monday, October 18, 2010
Sometimes I Wish
I'm taking a photography class, and so yesterday, during a lull in my father's move to "the home" (as he likes to call it), I thought I would take some pictures of multicultural Columbus. Aren't interesting storefronts and doors the standard photography tropes?
Well, I got run off. On my first stop. By some very polite but stern Somali men.
And I'm not so happy about it. I spend a good bit of time defending the Somalis. I'm happy they're here. My relationships with them have enriched my life immeasurably. But sometimes I see what people mean.
I wish they weren't so defensive.