In the Bus Bag
Unaccustomed Earth, by Jhumpa Lahiri
Tag Archives: my people my people
A sixtyish man is sitting in front of me, looking out the window as we creep up James. We pass a handful of people standing on the sidewalk near the jail. Among them is a black priest.
The man snorts in disbelief. “Why would a black person take a vow a poverty? We’re born poor!”