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Are Black Women As Horrible As The World Claims We Are?
I had an interesting encounter with a black woman yesterday which stayed on my mind. I didn’t want to spend my afternoon with this nagging memory but I decided to reflect anyway.
This interaction bothered me because it served as a reminder why I do not care for black sisterhood, and why I intentionally avoid dealing with black women even when they are being paid to service me.
My brother and I went to Busch Gardens yesterday. We stopped at a food court for lunch, and we met a beautiful black woman who was happy to greet and serve us. My brother got to chat with her some more as he wanted Asian food and she was responsible for that cuisine. I had to walk to another station since I wanted a cheeseburger and fries.
As soon as I saw the woman who was supposed to make my burger I shuddered, wishing that the vibrant woman I met earlier could have served me instead. While the black woman who made my sandwich wasn’t particularly rude I could tell she was highly annoyed with me by how she kept rolling her eyes while I just stood there, waiting for my food like any customer would be doing.
You may think I am being dramatic by reading too much into her actions, but little details like this do matter. The professional relationships black people maintain with each other is fascinating…
