American Dissident Voices broadcast of January 2, 2016
by Kevin Alfred Strom
TODAY I walked, as I do almost every day now, the mile or two to the local grocery store. And I noticed and experienced several things. I live in a suburban area on the outskirts of a nearly all-White city. I have to go through a lot of winding streets before I hit the main avenue where the stores are. So every day I get to see how people live, close up.
There aren’t many pedestrians like me these days. People blow by me in their monoxide-spewing cars by the dozen or half dozen every trip to the main drag, looking at me through the windshield as if I’m an anachronism, or a bug under glass, or just something they weren’t expecting to see. I notice that if I catch their eyes, they usually look away. On the rare occasions — especially in this cold weather — when I meet a fellow pedestrian, there’s at least a 50 per cent. chance he or she will just walk by, head down, without a word, even when I brightly say “hello” or “howdy.” It’s like I’m not even there.