(From June 4, 2008)
"So my little girl. Five months old, she's gonna die."
"Yeah, she needs a kidney or she's gonna die. And I can't give it to her."
"Well, have they 'typed' you yet?"
"Naw. I just can't give it to her. You know?"
"Well..." (I paused. I had nearly asked a total stranger on the street if he had hepatitis... or worse.)
Naw, I can't give it to her. And her mom's parents say let it die, because it's black."
"Can't you do anything about it?"
"Naw, because we're not married, I can't do nothing."
"And I don't think I can marry her. I just don't love her like that, you know?"
"I just don't love her like that...I just don't love her like that...I just don't love..."
He repeated the phrase over and over again as I walked away.