Before I worked for the Red Cross I was a volunteer, and the neatest AFES volunteer of the bunch is “Amy”.
Amy works for a company that makes things like embroidered shirts and hats and checkbook covers as advertisement for various companies. After going to several national Red Cross conventions and being asked too many times “Do you volunteer for us?” she finally broke down and decided that she had enough free time to help out our chapter. She wanted to go into Disaster, but time constraints, her busy travelling schedule, and the needs of our chapter convinced her that delivering emergency messages to military members was a better fit.
Amy and I went out for dinner and a couple of drinks tonight and she related the following. Not verbatim, but close enough:
I am so pissed off at the guy who exhibited every characteristic of the white southern stereotype.
I am so proud of the people who tipped the driver extra because of the asshole and, at the same time, pissed that no one spoke up to knock him down a peg.
I know there are bigoted, racist assholes, but every time I hear or read of such blatant assholery my view of the goodness of humanity drops, and that makes me sad - I honestly believe that most people are good.
I can’t believe Amy didn’t punch him, but given the business atmosphere I can’t blame her for not.
- What would you do? How would you handle a situation like this? How can we teach people - how can you teach ME - to deal with something like this?