That Ol' Southern Hospitality

A few years ago, I had an encounter on an elevator in the National Press Club that stuck with me. Thinking back, it’s easy for me to connect that particular moment with a recent New York Times feature that has stirred up some interesting chatter online.

So here goes. I stepped onto an already crowded elevator and bumped, sort of, into a distinguished looking young African American man who was headed downstairs with some friends. I made eye contact and quietly said, “Sorry sir.”