Increasing Racial Tension of One Small Town

Living in Wayne, New Jersey has given me a new sense of backward slide that millions of people try to over look. This style of culture and vulgarity still exist for some. You see it as you walk down the grocery aisle of area supermarkets. Eyes of cashiers watch you like a hawk up and down its aisles.

They become exceedingly suspicious as you near the pharmacy area.

Managers of business after business watch as you pay for your items. Not even aware that they are doing so but, it has become apart of their custom.

Local police respond to calls with cheerfulness to their voices and to some a fore bearing attitude.

A policeman takes down the report of the vagrants who attack me but not much they can do they say.

An outsider who’s blood matches theirs but misunderstood and forgotten.

Area churches lift their voices in song on Sunday’s and seem to reach the holy spirit realm. Yet they seem to forget my inner spirit cries out! Is not my spirit the same as theirs?      Are we not all children of God.     Did not Jesustell Peter to go out into the multitudes and teach his gospel? Did he not includes everyone in the Gospel not just certain types of people? In Wayne churches this diversity in my opinion ceases to not co exist.

Librarians study me closely but do not ask any questions as I write my story.

A woman sits down putting on a fake smile and looks my way. Feeling the burn of disgust on her face I look away. Who made her my judge and executioner? Did not God say we are all brothers and sisters in his name?

Intolerance is a way of life for so many here they forget the true essence of partisanship and humanity.

Area business’s have no diversity in culture on in their employees. “Its a different kind of town.” I am told by one of the locals.

Community after Community of private owned clubs and houses “Restricted Communities” they call them.

Different a community leader explains to me. I wonder are we not all the same? Did not the sweat of my father’s brow and yours build the very essence of the town to what it is today?

Did not several men stand together and hold a common bond “In God We Trust”?

I trust God and so all pray for all those stuck in centuries of tradition and hate. Centuries of what one small town cause “normal behavior.”

I pray for tolerance and equality for a little small town called Wayne, New Jersey.