The Uber-driver was surprised to learn that I live in NY, although I have spent quite some time here in the Netherlands this year.
He said: ‘I like your cars.’
‘My cars?’
‘The cars of your people.’
‘You mean American cars?’
‘Yes.’
He talked about his children, then he said: ‘Our race is like crabs in a bucket, there is no unity, your race is united.’
‘What do you mean by my race?’ I asked politely.
‘You white people.’
‘I see. And you are more like crabs in a bucket?’
‘That’s how I see it, we are like crabs in a bucket.’
I was at my destination.
‘I hope we will meet again,’ I said, ‘so we can continue our conversation about crabs and cars.’