I got into the old, raggedy car, the only one there. The driver’s face lit up when he saw me it was as if he was a beggar and I had just offered him a free meal. ‘Did you hear bout de Otisha story?’ he asked the young boy sitting in the seat next to his. ‘Yes! Ah hear and someone gimme a video that Travis Chase took! Wait! Lemme look fuh it!’ the boy said as he hurriedly unlocked his phone, and began searching for the video. By this time, the anger in me started to build up. I recall the night I saw the video, my friend forcefully made me watch it, I saw nothing more than a journalist abusing his power. I remember traveling in public transportation and walking around in various stores, that week, and all I recall was people, Guyanese, of all ages pouring out, over each other’s phone, laughing as the famous journalist, interviewed the popular transgender.
