I dreamt of ablind black architect
from NYC.
I was with him in
a hotel conference
room,
and felt responsible
for him because he
was blind.
Then I was called
away to get
a gift for me.
I was told it would
just take a minute,
but it was taking
more and more time and
I was getting more
and more worried
about the blind black
architect. "How would
he get along without
me, being blind," I
asked one of my
diverse colleagues.
He replied that
"being black in NYC
is more difficult
than being blind.
If he survived that,
he will be fine."
