José’s Feet
It was turning out to be a bad night at the Marin County shelter for the homeless in San Rafael, California. With rain pouring down and a temperature in the 40s, our gym-sized armory was nearing its capacity of 125. All the cots and sleeping mats had been assigned, but people were still coming, and in no time there were complaints about shortages. Soon some of the blacks and Latinos started accusing my fellow workers and me of racial favoritism. We were white.
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