And What Happens When You Assume? Part 4
I am visiting my sister’s family in California. We’re Caucasian, and one of her sons married a wonderful woman who is African-American. Their two young children have different complexions; their older boy is brownish and looks more Hispanic, and their daughter looks Caucasian.
One afternoon, I go to watch my two great-niblings play soccer. I meet them and their mom at the park and watch both of their games. After playing, they both look overheated, so I offer to buy ice cream for everyone. We go to an ice cream shop, get our orders, and sit down at a table.
My nephew’s wife has to excuse herself to the restroom, so I sit there talking to my great-niblings about their games.
A nosy-looking older woman comes over to our table while their mom is still away.
Woman: “I think it’s wonderful how tolerant you’re being.”
Me: “Tolerant? Of what?”
Woman: “Letting your… granddaughter? …sit with your housekeeper’s son eating ice cream.”
I stand up and reply softly so the kids don’t hear.
Me: “First, these two are siblings — my great nephew and niece. And the woman who you call my ‘housekeeper’ is my niece. And the only thing I’m having to be tolerant of is nosy old bigots interrupting a family outing. But my tolerance has limits, so please leave us alone.”
The woman retreated, not uttering another word. Unbeknownst to me, my niece had returned while I was whispering my retort to NOW. When I turned around, she was crying. She gave me a big hug, and then we sat and ate our ice cream.
The woman was still there, but every time I looked around, she quickly looked away from us — in shame, hopefully.
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