all that, but small business funds are there to be used.â
âI donât believe in taking what I donât need,â I told him. âNot from anyone but most especially I donât want handouts from the government.â I looked up at him. âAnd what is âindependent and all thatâ ?â
He shrugged his broad shoulders. âYouâre from New York City. Youâre a feminist accustomed to having a support group for any opinion you care to have.â
âYou say that like theyâre bad things.â
âWhen they hold you back, they can be.â
âWould you take offense if I said that about your color?â
âAs a matter of fact, yeah. Itâs not the same. I am black. I canâtââ He came to a hard stop.
âYou canât what?â I pressed. âChange what you are, who you are? Well, Mr. Harkins, neither can I.â
He held up his hands. âLady, I give,â he said and backed off. âI didnât mean to offend your politics.â
âYou didnât. You canât.â
He shook his head and I watched him go, typing on his tablet. I still didnât think he understood. It wasnât politics. It was about survival. He wasnât offering to help, he was offering a crutch. It wasnât a way to heal, it was a way to continue on as a cripple. Because even if we got through this thing his way, Iâd still have, in my head, the idea that if I fell, the government would be there to pick me up. That was not how I was raised and it was not what I believed about myself or about this nation. Whatever part of this country you lived in, whatever stratum of society you were born into or rose to or fell to, I believed that you were responsible for yourself. Otherwise, whatever you achieved was not really an achievement, it was a dependency, a lark, a whim; not a fierce need, not a real risk. It was like riding with training wheels and calling yourself a biker.
That was not how societies grew. It was how they stagnated or fell.
I had been through rough patches in my lifeâthe worst of them was what brought me down here to Nashvilleâbut I had never faced a situation like this, where I had somewhat limited savings, all kinds of potential liabilities, and no clear path to tomorrow. I didnât know how long the insurance company would take to cover my lossâor how much of the loss they intended to cover. I also didnât really have anyone I could turn to for advice.
Those were the negatives , I thought. What about the positives ?
I had come to Nashville to run a deli. I did that. I learned the business fast and had used my financial training and instincts to build on what my uncle had left me. I had good credit, I had a damn good staff, and I had me. I also had one other thing: nothing else on the horizon for as far as I could see.
So where did all those plusses leave me?
Uncertain and standing still on the street, neither of which was a place I was accustomed to. It was time to do something .
I turned to my left and started walking in a gathering rush. I was still uncertain. I still didnât know where to go, exactly. I couldnât decide whether to retreat or to attackâwho and what, I had no idea.
But at least I was no longer standing still.
Chapter 7
I decided to just go somewhere else.
As I walked down the street to the parking garage, I felt a little bit of freedom but a whole lot of uncertainty. Despite my chutzpah with Harkins, I was scared down to my toes. I didnât want help, other than whatever insurance I paid for and was thus entitled to. Whether that was principled or independent or stupid, I couldnât say. To find out where I stood on my own, I decided to go see my broker, Alan Zebeck, who worked at a storefront agency on Charlotte Avenue. My cell phone was in my office and, to Alanâs credit, when I stopped at a phone booth to call the deli voice mail, I found a
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