So I was doing my paper route this week and I cut my finger wide open on some unknown object.  I still don’t know what happened but for a second I thought I was going to have to crash the Astrovan right through the front door of Tufts Medical for an emergency amputation.   Turns out I just needed a band aid. But I didn’t buy just any band aides.  Oh no, I bought Ebon Aides.   The first band aid exclusively designed for people of color.   Now for those people not familiar with El Pres, let the record show that I am Caucasian.   Therefore I was a little bit confused why the clerk gave me band aides designed for black people.  (the band aides were behind the register) To be honest I didn’t even know such a thing existed.    I was doubly confused when the band aid appeared to look and work the same exact way that white people band aides work.    As it turns out the reason I couldn’t tell the difference is because I bought the honey shade as opposed to licorice, mocha, coffee or cinnamon.   In any event, I feel like I really became more cultured after this whole experience.   Who knew there were such things as black people band aides?   It makes perfect sense though.   I wonder if African Americans think that stores that only sell normal band aides are racist?   Regardless, from now on I’m only buying Ebon Aide Licorice band aides just to prove that I’m all about equal rights.    Bottom-line is that we don’t care whether people are white, black, orange or blue as long as they read the Stool.  And what better way to spread that message than by wearing a licorice band aide?