I was raised not to see color. That’s easy when you live in world where your skin is the same color as the flesh colored crayon in a box of Crayolas. A few years ago I moved uptown. I was raised not to see color. I never thought about it. Or so I thought.
As I moved into a world of people of color I learned that they do see color, but differently. Now, when I go downtown and I’m in a room full of white people something is missing. I see the absence of color.
A J Sidransky is the author of two novels set in upper Manhattan, Forgiving Maximo Rothman and Stealing a Summer’s Afternoon. He lives in Washington Heights.