A lack of access to consortia and the money to pay for assignments drives a ethnic divide in swimming ability. But after are married, I had no choice but to dive in
If you just relax, youll move. Everyone moves, Monica, the instructor, says calmly while Im flapping my extremities in sheer fright. Im in the deep dissolve of a Los Angeles swimming pool in May, and Im here to learn how to swim.
Swimming is not something I do , nor am I especially fond of being in the water unless Im in a bubble tub. Why? Submerge. Strangling. Dropping to the bottom. I simply cant figure out why someone would willfully set themselves in a situation where they could die so easily. Why hazard it? I also feel this route about skydiving, rock climbing, and unprotected sexual relations with a stranger in a truck stop lavatory. But here I am today, definitely taking this pace or splashing, if you will afford me the rhetorical indulgence.
Throughout my life, curious folks have often asked about my aversion to swimming, and those discussions has inevitably turned to race. My mother-in-laws friend once told me that she heard black peoples skin was heavier, so they cant move readily. Im not one to stir up trouble in a social place. I hate spats, specially when relatives are committed, and theres no way to acquire an statement like that. What was I supposed to do weigh my own skin to prove her incorrect? All I could do was shrug my shoulders and say, Maybe.