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I experienced my first real taste of racism a couple years ago on a flight from Orlando to LA.
I was wearing a full suit, tailored. Fresh haircut, feeling like God’s gift to man. I boarded the aircraft and walked to my assigned seat....
I was wearing a full suit, tailored. Fresh haircut, feeling like God’s gift to man. I boarded the aircraft and walked to my assigned seat....
When I got to my row I saw the lady sitting in the aisle. I was raised well, I politely asked for excuse. She got up and I took my seat next to her.
I could feel the uneasiness in her demeanor. I tried to ease the tension by smiling but that didn’t work. The issue was deeper...
I could feel the uneasiness in her demeanor. I tried to ease the tension by smiling but that didn’t work. The issue was deeper...
She raised her hand to get the attention of the air hostess, asking him to come in an animated gesture. I thought she was sick at first. As a true Bajan, I got “malicious” and took a peep in her phone while she was texting. What I saw was revolting...
The text read “I can’t believe they put me to sit next to a f-ing nigger”.
Reality hit me like a freight train. Well dressed, well spoken, still a nigger, still “inferior” in her eyes. That was my first emotion, my first thought. That was hard to take....
Reality hit me like a freight train. Well dressed, well spoken, still a nigger, still “inferior” in her eyes. That was my first emotion, my first thought. That was hard to take....
Angry came after then logic. She was in my opinion, stupid, uneducated, a hillbilly. I was superior to her. That thinking made my pity her. But for me the biggest pill to swallow was what happened next....
The air hostess came to her and asked “how can I help”. She blatantly shouted, “I want to move!” His reply to her was “what’s the matter?” Without words, he knew. That’s when I discovered the language of Racism....
He looked at her and said, “No problem ma’am I’ll make you feel comfortable”. I watched this man walk up and down asking people if they’ll be willing to switch seats with this lady. Eventually someone did, a black man.
After that scene, my entire perception of the movie we call “Life” changed.
