I was at work yesterday, as I obviously am most days, and we had the Olympics on the TV. I was serving a customer and I glanced over to see one of the men’s sprinting events. I noticed that the lady glanced over as well, so, seeing that the camera was zoomed in to a slow motion shot of the race leader, I jokingly said “I’d hate to have him chasing me!“. At this point the lady I was serving looked back at me with a quizzical and judgmental stare, and said “Why?

Now at this point, three things became immensely apparent.

1. The leader of the sprint was black.
2. The lady I was serving was black.

And these would not be an issue, had it not been for:

3. Unlike where I grew up, the place I live at the moment is very segregated.

In that single moment, it was like my entire identity had been called into question. I felt like I was on trial. I managed to claw back my intention by stammering “He’s just really fast…?” which she seemed to accept with a suspicious grunt, but still it was a long awkward moment. Which was great. So, by being so against the logistics of racism that I forget that a divide between the ethnicities even exists, I still managed to walk head first into a potential Rosa Parks, and make a idiot of myself to a complete stranger by simply trying to comment that an Olympic sprinter was quite fast.

I probably shouldn’t speak.

Join the conversation! 6 Comments

  1. At least you can be grateful Rosa wasn’t chasing you, as she would be on the bus…..

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  2. Good to see the girlfriend made your bail, and you’re back to blogging.

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  3. brilliant! Reminds me of my own similar instant! Will blog now!

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  4. Too bad we can’t walk around with a list of our beliefs and past experiences posted on our foreheads!

    We’ve all been there. Be consoled that you are self-aware and bright enough to have noticed her discomfort. You are a good person.

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Felix is a guy who isn't actually a writer, but calls himself one when he wants to try to impress gullible people.

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