Injustice Done

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Gentle, joyful, contented, a morning filled with strife in the beginning. Going to a pool tournament with my husband, and a friend, everyone happy and excited to be there. Getting to the senior center, talking, joking having a good time, anticipating the game of strategy and chance. Suddenly rules of the game changed from what they were advertised to be, upsetting all pool players. Getting riled before the game even began, going from playing doubles to single elimination. Talking to some of the players about it privately, when the director of the center came over and started talking rudely for no apparent reason at all. She had no business butting into our conversation, then started talking louder, treating seniors like children. This director was rude, obnoxious, treating them dis- respectfully, being a racist, so we turned her in.

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