Tuesday, March 28, 2017
25 people in all, people not just of consequence and influence, but power.
Twelve of them, I noted, were women. No gender inequality here.
All but one, however, was strikingly Caucasian.
Rather unexpectedly, I was trotted into the spotlight for all to see, like the ethnic curiosity for the colonial gentry to gape and gawk at from a safe distance. It was a bit like the auction scene from the Liam Neeson film, Taken. You know the one.
I’ve never felt my skin crawl quite so much in my life.
The one non-Caucasian in the group, Malaysian by the look of her, nodded at me almost knowingly before fading back into the crowd.