One cabbie finally struck the brakes and came to a sudden
halt after almost passing him by as well. The man exhausted by the heat, hurried
up, and dropped his long self right into the back seat, sitting in an awkward
manner with his upper body on the passenger side and his feet behind the
driver. “Man thank you for stopping,” he
said. “I have been here for, it must be one hour, and every cab just zoomed
right passed me.” The driver laughed. “No man, it’s not funny,” the guy
protested. “These ‘mud’ would not pick up a brother. This is not funny at all.
And, they are Haitians too.”
“I don’t say it is funny my friend. It is a fact that most
of the drivers do not pick up black people,” the cabbie clarified. He was well familiar with that. Among all the
taxi drivers he knew, only one of them was ready to pick up a black passenger
anywhere, anytime, and under any condition. He himself would pick up a black person
only under fair conditions when he felt that his safety was not threatened. Most
other drivers had expressed openly to him, “My taxi is not for black people.”
People would be quick to say that taxi drivers in Miami are
racist. But, in reality it cannot be racism. The majority of the drivers are
black. They should not have any problem picking up their own kind. Then, what
is the problem? It is a financial conflict. In general, the taxi driver sets
his standard for passengers based on the amount of liability he feels ready to
incur. Plainly stated, taxi drivers pick up people whom they presume are going
to pay and would not rob them. The above taxi driver explained to his new
passenger, “It is not a matter of Black and White or American and Haitian. It
is the fact that the taxi drivers are usually cheated by black passengers. They
may not pay you; they may rob; they may even murder you. It is not only Black
Americans either; it could be Haitian, Jamaican, and whoever. It is really a
matter of the poverty among us. We are shut out of the economy; we are eating
dust; and we have turned against one another.”
The passenger admitted. “I know where you’re coming from,
men. I was born and raised in Over-Town. I worked my way out by managing to get
myself a job in a hotel watching the naked women lying in the sands on South Beach.
I have a Russian girlfriend and an apartment right over the ocean lines too. I
must tell you though. My family feels that I have given up on my people. When
you picked me up, I was just returning from visiting my mother. I always cannot
wait to get out of there. Too much misery, man!”
At the end, it is an economic decision. The tourists, the
white people, they have money. Most of them are ready to make use of the taxi service
and pay for it. Even the black tourists on the beach and other black
professionals pay most of the times. They may not want to give a tip, but they
would pay. However, the driver has no way to distinguish between the ‘good
Black’ and the dangerous ones - except on rare occasions. Therefore, the
majority of the drivers say, “No Black.” Instead of taking a chance with some
Blacks to end up not getting paid, robbed, or even killed; they simply leave their
Negro kin stranded.
By E.C. GRANMOUN
E.C. Granmoun is the author of "The Social Worker" ebook on amazon.com
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