[Ken]

I was taking pictures once of people lining up to march in a parade, and spotted some individuals with umbrellas with watermelon patterns on them. They were members of Milwaukee’s Third Ward, and the watermelon is the unofficial icon of that neighborhood, because of the fruit markets in that part of town. I snapped a photo of an African American man with his watermelon umbrella – not because he was black, but because he was standing in such a way that the sunlight hit him just right. At first he smiled for me, and I snapped the picture. But then his expression changed and he became visibly agitated. He didn’t say anything – only glared. I assumed he thought I was taking his picture because of the connation between a black man and a watermelon. I felt badly for him, and embarrased for myself, so I moved on.

User Detail :  

Name : Ken, Gender : M, Sexual Orientation : Straight, Race : White/Caucasian, Religion : Agnostic, Age : 47, City : Milwaukee, State : WI, Country : United States, Occupation : writer, Education level : Over 4 Years of College, Social class : Middle class,