Racism Is A Cancer

CONTENT WARNING: Cancer

I am a young Black man working at the checkout. My hair was tied into cornrows in a complicated design last weekend for a wedding, and since it took a lot of time, pain, and money, I am keeping it in for as long as I can allow.

An older white woman and her daughter are checking out, and the older woman can’t NOT comment on my hair.

Older Woman: “Your hair looks stupid.”

Young Woman: “Mom! You can’t just say that!”

Me: “It’s okay. I happen to like it!”

Older Woman: “Boys of your type should just shave it all off. It looks neater than that wild and crazy hair you grow.”

The younger woman slams her hand onto my counter, making me look at her — really look at her — for the first time. She doesn’t look like she’s in the best of health, and she has no eyebrows.

Young Woman: “I’ve got chemo later today, but it won’t be as painful as an hour’s shopping with you!”

Mom was silent for the rest of her time there. I hope her daughter is healthier and happier!