Weird experience in the supermarket yesterday.
I bought some groceries yesterday, including hickory smoke flavoured BBQ marinade, which is part of the Ainsley Harriet branded range.
Ainsley Harriot is a British TV chef with an irrepressibly bubbly and condescending demeanour. He annoys the piss out of all right-thinking people whenever he’s on.
As my shopping was being scanned, the guy behind the checkout, who looked like an ex con on day release, held up the bottle and asked “what’s that then?” about my marinade.
I replied “it’s really good if you spray it on burgers before you cook them - gives them a really nice taste.” I then went on, light-heartedly: “The only drawback is that you have to look at Ainsley’s irritating mug when you’re using it.”
The ex con looked at me sternly: “Nah, mate. They’re all right, that lot.”
Internally I went and left the supermarket with my shopping. “That lot?” Who did he mean? TV chefs? Chefs in general? TV presenters?
And suddenly it dawned on me: Ainsley, see, is black.
And my friendly checkout man was defending him against my “racism”.
But in my perception, by defending his perception of my target for racism, he revealed his racism.
Or did he? Because even though he called black people “that lot”, he was in fact defending black people. But in a racist way.
Who’s the racist here?!