hitchhikers ride to more empathy #11
we hit the streets, thumbs up, down the road – portraying the people, who give us a ride! welcome to new adventures and undiscovered path . . .
our dog Muli has probably hitchhiked more in her life than you – around 25,000 km and still going. Muli has heard so many stories where to and where not to strand in the wide country of Canada. as different the stories where as usual appeared to be the every-day-normal-racism: ‘don’t end up in a reserve’, ‘you don’t want ride with natives’, ‘just trouble’, ‘they don’t give you a ride anyways’, ‘natives chase you away’. and more and more and more. Muli – being a dog – knows racism quite well and hence doesn’t give a fuck! some of her best rides were with Indians. hospitality answers stuck up white folks, who like the idea, that ‘somebody will give you a ride’. people like to believe they’re doing their share in a club of the giving and caring just by living in the neighborhood.
however, Naomi and Colin picked us up, a half native family. the mom wanted to show her son that not everybody is bad out there and brought us from Sicamous to an awesome spot in Salmon Arm. Great people, who helped us out. We got dropped off and two ladies stopped giving us 10$ without a word – chips and pops in Cache Creek funded by the white folks and their neighborhood.
[Nikon FM2/35-105mm_3.5/Kodak Portra 400]
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