Two teenagers are walking towards each other. One of them wears clothes that reflect what is seen on the catwalk at that time. He knows what’s up. When he walks it is like he is claiming space. “I am better than everyone else, therefore I shall walk here”. With a satisfied look on his face his eyes are aiming for something that lies far ahead of him.
The other teenager looks like his opposite. Unlike the first one he is wearing baggy, worn-out clothes with a few spots on. His eyes are searching everywhere, but without turning his head. He doesn’t make more movements than necessary, doesn’t want to drag attention. In some way he is almost like a rabbit, he is always aware of what is going on around him.
As they are getting closer to each other the first one grows taller and taller, while the one with the baggy clothes are shrinking with each step. The tall one knows he has power. He knows he can whatever he wants to, to the other one. He could force him down into the ground, even hurt him, and still it wouldn’t give any consequences. It would be like their secret, and every time they see each other again, even only for a second, they would remember.
They are walking past each other now. The tallest one makes sure that their shoulders meet hard. The smallest one pretends he did not notice, and both of them keep on walking, but this time away from each other.
A color is the reason. A color is the reason only one of them is allowed to hurt. To hit. To throw insults. Just because one of them is white and one of them is black.
