Anecdote a day late
May. 20th, 2016 12:43 pmLast night as I was wrapping up my nightly LJ post I stared at the screen as I usually do, knowing there was something I wanted to include but could not remember.
I finally remembered.
I was in Sunnyvale's gorgeous new plaza**, sitting on -- i don't know what to call it - there's a street then a sidewalk then a cement something at a comfortable sitting height - top of a low retaining wall, I guess. To my left is the plaza, in front of me across the street is the old post office, to my right is one of the new office buildings which the city took a dozen years to finish building when boom busted.
Suddenly, people start coming out of the building, from all the exits. I'm people-watching big time - there are about 150 of them passing right in front of me toward the plaza. Oh wait, they are going into the underground parking garage. As the crowd thins, some people in neon orange vests with walkie-talkies take up the rear. I ask one if I am late or early for the party and she tells me it's a building evacuation exercise.
The anecdote part is this: There were people of all ages, slightly more men than women, and every race. Except African. There was not a single person in the group who was darker than an East Indian. The number of African-Americans working in Silicon valley tech is extremely low. This amazes me because there are huge numbers of people of that ethnicity who have military electronics training.
After the all-clear, all the neon vests are on the corner, talking to a man in a wheel chair. I passed them on my way to my car, and the snippet of conversation revealed that he had been left behind. The vests were trying to blame him for not shouting for help (it's their job to check).
( **TMI about the plaza project )
I finally remembered.
I was in Sunnyvale's gorgeous new plaza**, sitting on -- i don't know what to call it - there's a street then a sidewalk then a cement something at a comfortable sitting height - top of a low retaining wall, I guess. To my left is the plaza, in front of me across the street is the old post office, to my right is one of the new office buildings which the city took a dozen years to finish building when boom busted.
Suddenly, people start coming out of the building, from all the exits. I'm people-watching big time - there are about 150 of them passing right in front of me toward the plaza. Oh wait, they are going into the underground parking garage. As the crowd thins, some people in neon orange vests with walkie-talkies take up the rear. I ask one if I am late or early for the party and she tells me it's a building evacuation exercise.
The anecdote part is this: There were people of all ages, slightly more men than women, and every race. Except African. There was not a single person in the group who was darker than an East Indian. The number of African-Americans working in Silicon valley tech is extremely low. This amazes me because there are huge numbers of people of that ethnicity who have military electronics training.
After the all-clear, all the neon vests are on the corner, talking to a man in a wheel chair. I passed them on my way to my car, and the snippet of conversation revealed that he had been left behind. The vests were trying to blame him for not shouting for help (it's their job to check).
( **TMI about the plaza project )