AWHILE AGO, I DECIDED I would no longer remain silent.
And Saturday afternoon, while purchasing a Betsy Bowen print and greeting cards at the Northfield Senior Center thrift store, Used A Bit Shoppe, I spoke up.
While I waited for my framed print to be wrapped in newspaper, I chatted with the friendly woman behind the counter. We talked about the spinning glasstop table crafted from three monkey statues—“hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil”—and the other unique recycled merchandise in this jam-packed shoppe.
I’d never been here, I told her, didn’t even know that this place existed, that I didn’t live in Northfield. The business had moved not all that long ago, she said, to this larger location.
About that time a hulk of a man wedged in beside me and interrupted, adding that he remembered the old store, that he used to live in Northfield and now lived in neighboring Faribault.
But he wanted to return to Northfield, he said, “because of all the Somalis in Faribault.” Disdain colored his words.
He’d just said the wrong thing to me.
I turned, looked him in the eye, and told him I did not appreciate his disrespect for Somali people.
That set him off. I can’t recall every word spoken, but I do remember the bit about his grandmother being a war bride and speaking seven languages. Not once did he explain why he so disliked Somalis. Not that an explanation would have mattered.
As his agitation grew, I began to feel threatened.
“Sir, I don’t want to argue with you,” I said, attempting to diffuse the situation. “I’m just sharing my opinion.”
“I don’t like you forcing your opinion on me,” he responded, ever-growing anger tinging his voice. “When they (Somalis) respect me, I will respect them.”
He finally walked away, edging toward a cluster of other shoppers, including my husband, who’d overheard bits of the mostly one-sided conversation.
I turned back to the elderly clerk, picked up the four dollars and some odd cents change she’d laid on the counter.
“Welcome to Northfield,” I said. “Oh, that’s right, he’s from Faribault. I feel sorry for people like him who cannot respect others.”
Then I exited this shoppe where a “speak no evil” monkey hunches with a hand clamped across his mouth.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling