I was driving to a Halloween party at the beginning of the month with a friend, and realized I’d forgotten my atlas. Going by what I thought was the first major turn I had to take, I pulled into a rest stop to see if there was a map posted. There wasn’t. OK, so after availing myself of the facilities, I decided to ask my other rest stop companions if they had a map I could look at. After consulting my cell phone dictionary (thank you!), and discovering that the word for map was pronounced almost the same as that for cheese, I ask the first guy (maybe 40ish) I had seen upon entering the rest area, who happened to be cleaning his license plate with a sponge.
Pardon me, I asked in my politest of tones, do you have a map of (this) prefecture?
No I don’t, he responded.
No big deal. There was some other dude (50ish) coming out of the toilet on the way to his car at that time, so I amble over to him.
Excuse me, I venture, but do you have a map of (this) prefecture?
More apologetic than the first guy, he responded that he unfortunately did not.
Seeing as how there were a total of three cars in the rest stop, one of them being mine, I decided that I was SOL. I wandered back to my car to inform my friend of our unfortunate luck. But then she had a revelation. Seeing as I was dressed as a gangster for Halloween, maybe the large tattoos of a dragon and fire adorning my neck were frightening the poor patrons of the rest stop. Just then, I spotted a woman coming out of the toilet. You go and talk to her, I told her. The word for map is “cheese.”
I watched my friend go over to the woman, and a moment later the woman went to the second guy I asked and got a set of keys from him. She opened the car door that I had stood not 3 meters from, and pulled an atlas (which may have been open) from on top of the dashboard.
I hadn’t even been wearing the rest of my costume (which in reality was just a suit and a concealed handgun). I was just a regular-looking foreigner in a t-shirt, jacket, and jeans. The only reason the tatts were already on was because of a Halloween party I had attended the night before. I guess my beard didn’t help much, either.
What really gets me about it is how apologetic the second guy seemed. If it had been a kind of mild “no, fuck off” tone like the first guy had used, I would have understood. The first guy probably had a map too, but his attitude seemed to be more like, “I’m cleaning my damn car. I don’t have an atlas for you.” The second guy said “I don’t have one” or more literally “I’m not carrying one” twice in a row in an apologetic tone, with the little flat-palmed hand gesture by your face which in America means something smells bad but in Japan is more for when you’re using certain negative sentences.
I’m not broken up about it or anything. I don’t experience racism (or whatever you want to call it. The guy probably would have given the same response to a J dude with tatts) on a regular basis, and when I do it tends to be more amusing than anything else, like the owner of the snack bar explaining how all foreigners smell funny.
It does seem like Japan (along with the rest of the world) is slowly making progress on racism. It just seems like their insular culture might take just a bit longer to come around to it, given that things like smoke detectors in homes and seatbelts in the rear of cars are new laws this year.