Can I Get A Cab? It Appears Not : NPR: Here I am, in so-called post-racial Washington, D.C., happily walking out of a theater where I've just watched the opera Otello on a giant movie screen.I stand in the soft glow of the theater's marquee on an otherwise fairly dark block in this up-and-coming neighborhood — H Street in Northeast Washington. I raise my arm, trying to hail the cab I see headed in my direction with its friendly little light on.
The taxi stops before it gets to me — and I can see the driver asking a young white couple leaning on a car if they want a ride. After they wave him off he continues up the block to where I stand, a few steps into the street so he doesn't miss my raised arm.
But instead of pulling over — he swerves into the opposite lane of traffic, floors the accelerator and hurtles — just in case my outstretched hand sullies the chrome on his door handle.
Perhaps my afro scared him?
