As a black man living in the city, I pray that the District doesn’t run Uber — the service that lets people reserve luxury-sedan rides via their smartphones — out of town. Even in our “post-racial society,” one of the realities of being a brother is that hailing a cab is a nearly impossible task.
It’s a familiar story: If I’m not wearing a shirt and tie, I’ll rarely try to get a cab. And if I’ve got on my usual get-up of mohawk, T-shirt and
Vans sneakers, people laugh openly if I stick out my hand and/or yell, “Taxi!” It’s like the expressions on their faces say: “Ha! You think you’re getting a cab looking like that? Negro — please.”
That’s why I’m dismayed by the proposed regulations that could potentially put Uber out of business. It would be a step backward for those of us who are willing to pay more money for a respectable transaction rather than take our chances on the street and be degraded in the process.
Read Clinton Yates’ entire piece at The Root DC.
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