I Watched My Black Father Save a Racist Man’s Life
<p>The events of this story took place about 25 years ago in a small breakfast diner just south of Orlando, Florida.</p>
<p>I was only seven years old at the time, yet the memories from this experience are as vivid as the ones I can recall from yesterday. We were on our first family holiday at Disneyworld.</p>
<p>Our daily ritual was to get in a substantial breakfast before exploring the parks — my mother never let us have junk food back home, so every day felt like Christmas morning. A welcome opportunity for my older brother and me to avariciously stuff ourselves with pancakes, bacon, and maple syrup.</p>
<p>As we were standing in line waiting to be seated, directly in front of us stood an elderly couple — a well-dressed man and woman in their seventies, short in stature and smelling like expensive cologne. The man had the whitest hair I’d ever seen — it sat on top of his head like a slick dollop of freshly whipped cream.</p>
<p>As he heard my father say something with his hearty Nigerian accent, he turned, eyed us markedly up and down, and turned back around silently.</p>
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