A comfortable, and yet infuriating journey

Last night I found myself on a very crowded train– people standing in the aisles, sitting out by the doors, etc. I resigned myself to an uncomfortable journey. Then I noticed a perfectly good seat, unoccupied. It was next to a very nice black man, who turned out to be a lovely travel companion.

Tell me again about our post-racial society.

UPDATE: Anne has provided me with a link to the column I was thinking of the whole time.