Canadian Racist?

Image by David Werbrouck

We used to gather. I used to attend these gatherings. Outside the gathering, I’m taking a few breaths. Deep breaths. This is my routine, preparation for who I will be once I step inside. And then I step. No one stares. No one breaks conversation. I grab a drink and scan the room for a familiar set of eyes. All of these eyes are colourful.

We’re gathered but I’ve retreated to the corner of the room. Voices are still around me till…