A young white woman walked into a "locktican"'s beauty parlor in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, to get her silky blond hair dreaded. She had a slight British-Caribbean accent which was sort of out of place in the southern commercial centre and the very black neighbourhood. The Locktican was a young intelligent woman and had strong features of her Ebo ancestors. Making polite conversation, she asked the white woman, who was so obviously out of place, why she wants to go dread. The white woman's eyes lit up. She told of a banana plantation she grew up on and the socially injustice she saw on "deh i'lan'". She, despite her heritage, has see and hear the cry of post-colonial oppression of the "peepel". She has heard Mama Africa cry for the beautiful children stolen from her. She has run away from home, cut off her family and made "deh peepel" her people. At a climax she drew in a breath and said, "I make dar cry mi cry saka I one of dem".
The locktician looked at her through he mirror. "Honey," She said, "Who asked you? Your people is every people and and we all have problems. Justice is not in dreads. Nor does being white cause injustice."