Weary from a drive that took me all the way across the central United States, my car came to rest in front of a rather nice Hotel that resembled a Hampton Inn. I entered hoping that I could find lodging for the night and I was met by an attractive young lady that looked at me and said politely, “over there.” She pointed to something at the end of the desk. I said, “Do you have any rooms available?” The lady looked startled and said, “I’m sorry, I thought you were here to pick up the delivery.” I said, “No, I just wanted to see if there are any rooms available.” The lady said, “I’m so sorry. I thought you were the delivery guy.” She paused for a second and then she continued, “I am sorry, it’s just that you are the same color as he is.”
Over the last few weeks, I watched a lot of TV programs that addressed the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington, and lots of celebrities commented on how much progress has been made and I got to thinking about this…
I am a Native American and I’m here to say that we’ve come a long ways here in the U.S.A. Forty or fifty years ago I may not have gotten a room.
Copyright 2013, Mitch Battese