The Caribbean LOVES White People!
It's true! Everyone in the whole entire Caribbean Sea loves white people! I was on a cruise boat last week with my family and each port of call we went to was bursting with natives greeting our white frames with loving arms. The 4700 elephantine white people grazing outside of the sideways skyscraper, The Navigator of the Seas, were passionately courted like hot chicks at a Waffle House in Wheeling.
For example, in St. Thomas--one of the Virgin Islands--each of the white people would be approached immediately after stepping off the gangway by a caring isle taxi service representative. He would say something friendly like, "25 dollars per person. Get in." Since most generic white families are easily confused by those with accents and a smile, they are swiftly corralled into minivans and heading towards a great spot for water sports before the disappointment sets in that water sports there are very different than water sports in the US.
Along the taxi ride, the white person in the front seat makes abysmal and condescending conversation with the driver while the people in the back seats stare out into paradise. Would you even imagine that the locals were just as curious to stare back in? Sometimes throbbing crowds of happily crazed natives would swarm around the van and chant delightfully incensed prayers while rapping the windows with flaming torches. The Caribbean knows how to entertain!
When you finally make it out of the taxi and onto the beach, another native rushes up as your feet hit the dirt and says, "Snorkel mask, 20 dollars each, You need three right?" The service here is just so darned exquisite, fast, and friendly. My hair was completely braided in less than a half hour of being off the ship.
I've never experienced this kind of cross-class love relationship in New York City except perhaps with all the people who apply my toppings at Subway. But even those lovable hucksters at Subway Sandwiches don't give you the same love as those in the Caribbean. Surely, there must be some neighborhood of primarily Caribbeans here where I could just as easily lumber around and receive the same doe-eyed gracious and welcoming looks from the natives.