Apartment

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I called some fellow community members over to my apartment building for a meeting on a Sunday afternoon. There were six of us total. Five of us were African or African Heritage and one was Asian. We were meeting in the large conference room at the front of my building. The room had a large glass door which automatically locked once you closed it. We had just started our meeting when an older White man came to the door and tried to open it. We all looked up, and puzzled I might add, because we weren’t expecting anymore guests. He began talking and raised his voice so that we could hear him and asked “Can someone get my newspaper off the floor? All of the newspapers are on the floor, can someone come get these!?” It was very clear that he believed one of us worked at this apartment building but since the apartment’s grand opening almost two years ago, there has been no employees of color.