Unfiltered Story #56704

Unfiltered | January 18, 2016

(I work fast food. Normally I open the store, but this night I’m closing. I’m working with a Mexican man and a Somalian man. I don’t look it, but I’m a native American woman. We are allowed to play our music in the back, as long as it isn’t too disruptive. I’m doing dishes, playing music on the little speakers, when the Somalian man comes and tries to turn it off without asking me. I stood up for myself, and this conversation ensued.)

Coworker: You’re not letting me play my music because I’m black! You’re racist!

Me: Wow, really? Good job on being racist yourself.

Coworker: What??? You can’t say I’m being racist! There’s no such thing as reverse racism!

Me: While we’ll agree to disagree on that, you are in fact being racist. I’m native. Not white. You tried to judge me on my skin color. That’s racism. If you were doing dishes back here I wouldn’t care if you played whatever music you wanted. But you’re not. I am. I never play my music, so how about you suck it up for two more hours and deal with it, or grab a pair of headphones and listen to your own music?

(That shut him up very quickly. And thankfully the next night he realized he was being a jerk and apologized!)

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