The type of white people that my father had warned me about. The type that only want to keep you down. It's something that I had instantly noticed when I moved here two weeks ago. Faces of color seemed to be few and far between. I found myself searching every street and every crowd to see if I was truly alone, and at the moment it seemed I was. I had hoped that the hospital would be different. After all, there had been two women of color on the interview board. Their presence had given me false hope. Other morning workers were gathered around cars, talking and laughing, but I didn't want to join them. I wasn't one of them and because of my skin color I knew I'd never have the opportunity to be one of them. I had been told to network once I moved, because it wasn't what you knew, but who you know that made the difference. I didn't care. I wasn't going to pretend to be someone I wasn't. I was going to succeed on my own merits and the rest of the world could kiss my black ass. I wasn't here to socialize and make friends.
