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Racism Should Have Checked Out Already

, , , | Working | July 19, 2013

(I am a customer at the checkout. Both the cashier and I are Caucasian. While I am paying, I notice that a boy, around eight years old, is putting a bag of groceries on the counter.)

Me: “You’re a good boy, helping his mommy.”

(The boy smiles.)

Cashier: “She’s not his mother.”

(The boy’s mother looks at him.)

Mother: “Uh… he is my son.”

Cashier: “You’re white; he’s a half-n*****.”

(The boy gets very upset, and begins to cry.)

Mother: “He IS my son! His father’s in the navy!”

Cashier: “Oh, my God! I am so sorry! Listen, I’ll… uh… give you 25% off; it’s the highest we offer on a Friday. How about that?”

(The mother nods, and I begin to go, when I see the cashier get a leaflet out from under the desk. The mother takes one look at it, and is furious.)

Mother: “Just what the h*** are you suggesting!?”

Cashier: “That’s what Grandma used to tell me.”

Mother: “Well, I can guess she’s a lot older, but you’re really young. How dare you even ask that!”

(I see the leaflet is a helpline for rape crisis and abusive relationships.)

Cashier: “Hey, Grandma told me that black fathers were criminals and white fathers were fools. So, I always see them like that. Not my fault she told me that. In fact, she’ll be here in a minute. I’m taking her to [Clothing store].”

(Right on cue, an old woman, maybe 60 or 70, enters. It turns out to be the cashier’s grandmother.)

Me: “Excuse me, but I think your grandson was just racist towards this woman’s husband.”

Grandma: “Listen [Cashier], what race was he? Because if the guy was Indian, Chinese or Native, I’m not gonna get you any cake tonight.”

Me: “He was black.”

Grandma: “Well, is there any sort of problem with this?”

(I tell the grandmother what the cashier said.)

Grandma: “Well, that’s what happens to those young white women.”

Me: “No, it doesn’t! Saying black men are abusive is COMPLETELY racist!”

(The mother, her son, and I went to the manager. Thankfully, they fired the cashier, and banned the grandma from the store.)

Bigots Begone Themed Giveaway Roundup

, | Right | June 9, 2013

Bigots Begone Themed Giveaway Roundup! Here’s a final roundup of stories from last month’s themed giveaway!

  1. Addressed The Race Issue (3,863 thumbs up)
  2. He’s Got Bigot Written All Over Him (1,268 thumbs up)
  3. No ID, No Idea, Part 11 (1,416 thumbs up)
  4. A Wee Bit Foreign (2,172 thumbs up)
  5. Gender Unawareness Issues (1,345 thumbs up)

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PS #2: Read more roundups here!

Sorry, I Canada Understand You

, , , , | Working | May 30, 2013

(My cousin, aunt, mother and I are all French-Canadian and speak French and English equally well, but our French has a Canadian accent to it. We visiting France and are at a restaurant.)

My Cousin: *in French* “Hello! I’d like two chicken burgers, chicken nuggets, and a beef burger, all with fries and Diet Coke, please.”

Server: *in English* “Listen, lady, if you can’t speak French, don’t insult us by trying. Now, what was your order again?”

(My cousin is visibly upset by the comment, but repeats the order in English.)

Server: “Okay, your total is [amount] euros. Enjoy your meal.” *mutters in French* “Stupid fat Americans. Who do they think they are?”

Me: “What was that, sorry?”

Server: “Oh, I just said, ‘Have a good day.’ I forgot you don’t understand French.”

Me: *in French* “Let’s see if you understand this: I want to see your manager.”

(The server’s face freezes and she starts apologizing.)

Me: “Manager. Now.”

(The manager comes over and, in French, I explain the situation. All the while the server is giving us dirty looks.)

Manager: *to the server* “What the h*** is wrong with you? Give these people their meal for free. This is coming out of your paycheck.”

Server: “But… but they were being rude! F****** Americans thinking they can speak French! They’re all f****** idiots!”

Me: “We’re from Quebec in Canada, not America, and if you’d bothered to pay attention instead of judging in the first five seconds, you’d hear that my cousin here speaks better French than you do!”

(The server started swearing at us in a mixture of English and French, and was finally forced away from the till by a colleague. The manager apologized profusely and offered us free meals the next time we came!)

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, , | Right | May 14, 2013

(I work at a museum that features a large permanent exhibit of local First Nations artifacts, living spaces, and other historical paraphernalia. Because of this, we offer free admission to First Nations patrons. I have just finished printing tickets for two First Nations women. The next woman in line is Caucasian.)

Woman: “Did they just get in for free?”

Me: “Yes.”

Woman: “Why?”

Me: “They’re First Nations. We offer free admission to those with status cards.”

Woman: “But that’s outrageous! I have to pay $15, and they get in free just because they’re lazy natives?”

Me: “Ma’am—”

Woman: “It’s not our fault they spend all their money on booze and can’t afford the museum! Why should they get in for free?”

Me: “Ma’am! This museum features artifacts that were at one time stolen from the local bands. They are now put on display in exhibits of cultural history, of which the museum now makes a profit. You think we should charge the members of the culture it was stolen from to come to see it?”

Woman: “Yes!”

Served With Just Desserts

, , , , , | Right | April 26, 2013

(I work at a restaurant which is very gay-friendly. It’s not actually a gay restaurant, but half the waiting staff, two of the chefs, and the owner are all gay or bi. Many of the customers are gay couples. A tourist couple, a man and woman, comes in, and sits at a table.)

Me: *flamboyantly* “Hi, welcome! Here are your menus—”

Customer #1: “We want another server!”

Me: “Sorry, but I’m the only one that’s free at the moment, and you’re sitting in my area, but I can help you all the same.”

(The couple stands up and walk to another table on the other side of the restaurant. Their server comes up to the table; she’s a young woman who dresses very alternatively.)

Server: “Hi, there! Would you like to look at—”

(The couple stands up again, this time moving to a table being served by the only straight server in the restaurant today. They order happily, and the server leaves. The table is right next to the large opening where you can see the chefs cooking your food. The customers can be heard by one of the chefs — who happens to be my boyfriend.)

Customer #1: “I can’t believe they let those people work with food. They’ll contaminate it.”

Customer #2: “I know! But don’t let it get to you; we have a good server now.”

Customer #1: “Yeah, but just look at them. That first man probably has AIDS, and they let him work in a restaurant! It’s disgusting!”

Chef: “Excuse me; please don’t talk about him that way. He doesn’t have AIDS. Even if he did, you wouldn’t catch it just because he served you food. He’s also my boyfriend, so stop it, or you’ll upset me and him.”

(The couple remains quiet until their server bring their drinks.)

Customer #1: “Make sure that thing doesn’t cook or touch any of my food.”

Server: “Sorry, I can’t do that. He is one of our best chefs, and he deals with items that you have ordered.”

Customer #2: “Well, have someone else make our food. Someone clean!”

Server: “I assure you that our chefs take hygiene very seriously. We are very highly rated from health and safety—”

Customer #1: “MANAGER! NOW!”

(Their server gets the manager, a very well-dressed and flamboyant man.)

Manager: “What seems to be the problem?”

Customer #1: “You’re one, too?! A dirty gay! I can’t believe it! F*** you! F*** you all! Don’t any of you touch my food, my wife, or me! I don’t want your any of your dirty gay diseases!”

(The customers start referring to their server.)

Customer #2: “And to think you surround this poor boy with your heathen ways!” *to the server* “Come now, son, leave with us and we can save you from this evil lot!”

(All of the servers have gathered around the area. Many of the regular customers and their partners join, too.)

Server: “You know what? You’re right! Why should I have to work in a place with such nasty people?”

(The couple smiles and move towards him, as if to take him away.)

Server: “You two, get the f*** out of here and leave me alone! We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone, and you most certainly are not welcome here!”

(The couple runs out, flustered and embarrassed.)

Manager: “I couldn’t have said it any better myself!”

Server: “Thanks, Dad!”


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