The black belt asked a Black janitor to spar with him for fun.
“What happened next?” silenced the entire martial arts gym.
“Hey, you there cleaning? How about a quick demonstration?” shouted Derek Mitchell from the center of the mat, his black belt gleaming under the gym’s fluorescent lights. “I bet you’ve never seen a real fight in your life, right?”
James Washington stopped mopping the floor and slowly looked up. At 42, he had been working as a janitor at that gym for only three weeks, always arriving after hours when the students had already left. But on that Thursday night, the advanced class’s training had gone past the usual time.
“I don’t want to bother you, Sensei,” James replied calmly, returning to scrubbing a stubborn stain on the floor. “Just finishing up here so you can get back to it.” Derek let out a loud, theatrical laugh that echoed through the gym. Everyone, look at….Read Full Story Here.………………
