On Sunday afternoon, I was at "the Do Over", an annual event in Brooklyn, N.Y., which was attended by thousands of people, mostly young black professionals looking for a good time.
In the crowd, I spotted a woman who left no doubt about why she’d shown up that day—not for the music or to hang with her girls or stunt for the Gram. She was looking for a man. How did I know?
She was wearing a sign on her back that read, “I just came here to find a husband.”
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I see white people. Usually this wouldn’t be so significant. I live in New York City. They’re not the majority here, but they exist in significant numbers — 47 percent, in fact. These white people that I’m seeing now have caught my attention because of where I see them and how many of them I see doing the unexpected, like getting off the A-train in Brooklyn at Nostrand Ave, cycling at midnight on Franklin, or carelessly walking down Albany and fumbling with their iPhones as they walk in the direction of the projects.
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