I cried all day yesterday.
It all started that morning. I decided to do something I had not done in 45 years. This Atheist went to church. A friend had invited me. I stood in the lobby, near a speaker broadcasting the sermon and music, waiting for her, but she never came.
Others were in the lobby as well: Ushers, the Welcoming Committee and those passing the collection baskets down the aisles.
One of the Ushers struck up a conversation with me. We chatted about children and dogs and the exciting new business he wants to start, as well as the old business I need to kick in the ass.
Not wanting to disturb others, we had made our way to the open front door, standing on the top step as we enjoyed the beautiful weather and our conversation.
A homeless-looking man approached and asked the Usher if he could come into the church to get the water bottle he had left earlier.
“No!” the Usher yelled. “You get out of here! You called me a Nigger! Get out of here!”
The man exploded, hot and angry – strutting around, waving his arms, demanding his water bottle.
I opened my purse and pulled out my pepper spray.