One of my favorite bloggers to read, Kat Coble, skimmed my recollections of the Masters and had a very interesting misinterpretation. When I wrote about the “explosion of colors and people,” she read it as “the explosion of colored people.” A logical mistake to make at Augusta National.
But contrary to conventional wisdom, there were people of color at the event who were not named Tiger or Vijay. I saw several groups of well-dressed African Americans touring the course with the rest of the crowd. I, personally, didn’t think twice about it until I heard the same comment come from not one, but five different patrons at different times during the day.
“Oh honey, look over there. I wonder what team they play for.”
We’re not all the way there yet, I’m afraid…