Letters From the Editor
Pride, Rage, and Sandwiches
On the L train, 3pm, near Union Square, train packed with high-school girls going home after school, in blue and white uniforms:
Girl 1: See white girl laughing at them?
Girl 2: Yuh.
Girl 1: That white bitch thinks her ass is funny. We’re funny. Black girls are funny.
Girl 2: Tsst – Whatever.
Girl 1: White girls always be like sitting there – nah fuck it.
Girl 2: So what you doing?
Girl 1: Home, girl. What the hell you think I’m going? Now look, she’s still laughing. Her ass I swear –
Girl 2: Girl shut up.
Girl 1: That’s bullshit.
On Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, dusk, two guys, early 20s, dressed like members of The Strokes:
Guy 1: So I should hide my face because I went to Brown?!
Guy 2: Yeah, bullshit.
Guy 1: Like I shouldn’t – what – what the fuck does she want?
Guy 2: Man let’s get a pita.
On Bedford Avenue, dawn, four girls, mid-teens, on their way to school.
Girl 1: I will fucking kill –
Girl 2: She what?
Girl 1: Shut up – I will fucking kill –
Girl 3: I wanna sandwich!
Girl 1: Just fucking kill! –
Girl 2: Girl stop. [Gestures to bodega] Now get in there.