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1001 Black Men–#488

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was standing in front of this guy at the Wells Fargo Bank on Fruitvale. I always notice guys in coordinating work outfits. There’s something I really like about work clothes like these. They’re so sensible, no-nonsense, and made to be durable. You can really live in these clothes. They’re sturdy, but with classic styling that can be dressed up with a sweater or a button-down shirt. I used to own several pairs of Dickies double-knee work pants, and for two years that’s pretty much all I wore. I was absolutely in love with their comfort and simplicity. I also loved the little cellphone pocket on the hip. Eventually, though, I got a little concerned when a friend of my suggested that professors and other folks with advanced degrees were sorta kinda  “frontin'” when they wore this type of clothing. I haven’t given up on the Dickies double-knee work pants forever, but I have taken some time off from wearing them to consider the possibility that it might look like appropriation. Stay tuned…

Ajuan Mance

1001 Black Men–#485

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I always enjoy watching people who use particularly animated gestures during conversation. This guy is a perfect example. He was standing in line with a co-worker at the Los Pericos Taqueria near the Southland Mall in Hayward. He was describing a pass that he saw in some recent college basketball game. It made for an interesting contrast with his work attire.

Ajuan Mance

 

 

1001 Black Men–#484

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was thinking about one of the people I met during my 1998 trip to Cairo, Haifa, and Jerusalem. I was only in Cairo for 5 days, and I met surprisingly few people. There was so much to see that we were almost constantly in transit. Recently, though, I was looking at news coverage of the political unrest there and wondering what happened to this guy. He was the desk attendant at our hotel, The Golden Tulip Flamenco, in Zamalek, an affluent community on Gezira, an island in the Nile River. This gentleman was friendly and welcoming, even though we arrived on the day that the U.S. military had bombed the Sudan. He gave us a comfortable room and answered all of our stupid questions about room service, laundry service, and transportation. I hope he’s okay, and I hope that peace and stability come to his country sooner than later.

Ajuan Mance