A minute with a homeless man.

The passion of Kevin was written on the sidewalk in charcoal black letters at his sidewalk home at Adelaide and Bay in Toronto in 1999.

“You’re standing on my home.” Kevin said to me as I waited for the light to change with the others. 

“How would I know it’s your home?” 

“Because my name is written right there.” He pointed to the letters written. N.I.G.G.E.R.

Kevin smiled at the look of shame that crossed my face; rising from some ancient conscience.

Kevin said, “What nigger means to me is probably different than what it means to you.”

“What does it mean to you?”

“Never is God giving evil respect.”

Dennis Mantin 

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