It was around 2015 and I had become so in touch with trying to truly research and understand race and society. I went into a book club with a group of my boys and when I read Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man as an adult; it changed my life, for real.
Anyway, I say that to say, at the time of this incident, I was fully bought into the idea that the next black man, stranger or not, is my brother.
So, I'm on the way to work one morning. Coming from Queens, working in Brooklyn. I had my book, "The Condemnation of Blackness" by Khalil Gibran Muhammad. I was in a great ass mood.
Anyway, I get off the J train at Broadway Junction in Brooklyn. Walk down the stairs, nothing but black people at the station at the time. Started to se so much in a different light. It was beautiful. I get to the downstairs platform where I wait to catch the A train to Jay Street where my office is.
A train arrives, I get on and stand at the door. I hardly ever sit. I open my book and start reading.
A few seconds later, a breh gets on and has his cell phone blasting music MAD LOUD. He stops right in front of me. I'm looking around, people are looking at him, they are visibly annoyed. I'm starting to get tight, as well.
Remember, I am an attorney, in a full suit, reading an amazing book about the history of blackness being demonized by society. I'm full on into my "I am my brother's keeper" mentality.
Yet, I instantly regressed into a$$hole, confrontational DPres.
I waved at him to get breh's attention. "Bro..." I reached into my breast pocket and grabbed my headphones that I wasn't using. "Can you hold this real quick?" It's funny how people follow your instructions when they are caught off guard. He takes the headphones.
Confused look on his face. I say, "Yea, take my headphones since you want to listen to your fukking music all loud"(Or something to that affect.)
"Oh, my music too loud?" he said with a little uncomfortable smirk. "Yea, nikka, your music is too loud."
HE TURNED THE MUSIC DOWN. handed me back my headphones.
At first, I felt like the man. And then it hit me. I was a fukking CLOWN. I didn't help anything. I saw another black man and I saw an opportunity to be confrontational for my own ego. It wasn't constructive AT ALL. It was me regressing back to that stare down contest shyt we all dealt with when it came to walking down the street and another peer is looking at you.
So, I felt like shyt. I realized that I made his situation WORSE. I turned him into a ticking time bomb. As we were standing there. Both quiet. He is looking at his phone and I KNOW he was thinking, "I should have not let that nikka talk to me like that. I should have said this or that. I should have rocked his fukking jaw."
I know he felt like his pride had been trampled on. And it was, by me. And it was a terrible thing that I did, regardless of how disrespectful he was about the sound nuisance.
So, I decided I'd apologize.
NOW THIS IT THE MOST IMPACTFUL PART OF MY EXPERIENCE:
Clearly, I was not afraid of dude. I wasn't afraid of confrontation. I wasn't afraid of whatever reaction I'd get. That isn't something unique and cool about me. That's the perspective that a lot of us feel like we need to adopt to navigate.
BREH.... IT TOOK ME ABOUT 3 or 4 TRAIN STOPS TO WORK UP THE COURAGE TO GET HIS ATTENTION TO HUMBLE MYSELF.
I finally got the bravery to tap him. He looked up at me. I said, "bro, honestly, I appreciate you turning the music down. Real shyt. Thank you, for real."
Offered my hand for the dap and we dapped up.