“Waiting in line at the Drugstore”
By James Thomas Jackson
This story is about a young boy who dropped out of school and started working as a errand boy. One of his stops was a drugstore where because he was black he had to wait till all the white people were served before he was tented to. While waiting he started reading some books on a shelf, he did that every day and the waiting did not seem as long or as bad. He was able to lose himself by reading.
“Yet I went to the drugstore each morning with my order of coffee, cakes and whatever, written out and clutched firmly in my hand” The reason that I choose this passage is because this little boy knew what he had to deal with on an everyday basis, but that did not stop him from facing the inevitable
As I was reading this story I was just thinking to myself here is this little boy dealing with what he is dealing with at the age of thirteen and facing his fears, but not just facing them but finding solace among them as well. It reminded me of my childhood. Growing up in NY I did not live in the best neighborhood and to be honest going to a store was like going to war. If you were not part of the cool kids you got picked on looked down upon and sometimes beat up. No matter the outcome I went to the store everyday not knowing what to expect but willing to accept the things that I could not change.
Nondescript- Belonging or appearing to belong to no particular class or kind: not easily described.
Unobtrusive: Not obtrusive, not blatant, arresting, or aggressive.
Milquetoast: A timid, meek, or unassertive person.
Vista: An extensive mental view (as over a stretch of time or a series of events)
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