Hood-less
I took the dogs for a walk this morning and it feels like months since I’ve actually walked the dogs. First thing that greeted me as I entered the park was a yellow crowned night heron, and then another and then another, and then a Great Blue Heron was tippy tapping on Goldfish Island, and a crew of ducklings startled it away.
I was getting into the fowl play when an older woman came up to me and asked if I would help her.
The problem – a group of young teenage black boys playing by the bridge. She was scared to walk by them because she said they looked like they were up to no good.
I glanced up and saw about ten boys that looked like they belonged in a J Crew ad messing around with a skateboard and terrorizing only the ducks, no people that I could see. The woman walked with me and when one of the boys made noises at Loca, she barked fiercely (or crazily but you can’t tell the difference). I asked them why they weren’t in school and turns out they were on a field trip and their teacher was sitting off to the side on the other bridge.
None of them had a hoodie on – their crime, walking in the park while black.