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To the OP: Are you me? Because that is exactly what I had to deal with when trying to get an ESL job back home in Korea. People wouldn’t hire me (either that or I’d get paid lower wages) because I looked Korean and I spoke Korean fluently. Their reasoning was that if my Korean was that good, my English couldn’t possibly be up to par. For some reason they couldn’t wrap their heads around the concept of being equally fluent in both languages. I mean, wouldn’t it be BETTER for them if their teachers were bilingual? I can’t count how many times I’ve had to act as an interpreter for the admin (who usually can’t speak a word of English) and the other teachers (usually foreign) - if anything, people like me should get paid more, not less, since we end up getting double the workload. Argh.
Thank you for reminding me why I left Korea. I don’t feel as homesick anymore. 
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My college required students to pass exams in English and your choice of German or French. Classes were provided for English (starting in my first year, but not previously); for the other two you had to find them yourself. I chose German thinking that, since it is more “alien” to me than French, studying it would bring me greater benefit.
Three years of German classes with native non-teachers who
had no grasp of grammar,
had come to live in Barcelona without even knowing that it’s a bilingual area
of course could not speak a word of Spanish
and methods that focused heavily on the “oh so difficult grammar” (very easy for people who spoke at least two roman languages plus english and who had at least one year of Latin) with almost no work on building vocabulary,
I took the French exam instead and got a 100% 
In Philly I made friends with a coworker who was part of our teaching team. Like me, he had a “factory” background rather than a degree in English or Journalism (which the rest of the teaching team had); like me, he looked at the courses and said “am I supposed to get mechanics to understand this?” So we started collaborating, went out for lunch a couple times, traded war stories. At one point he told me “your experiences as a woman in Spain are so similar to my own as a black man in Chicago, I’m not sure if it’s funny or scary!”
I know this is one anecdote, most companies don’t have this kind of environment, but this is one of the problems he’d been having with his previous employer:
everybody above a certain level in the factory belonged to the same country club. This club did not have any rules about the races of its members, of course. But in order to become a member, you had to be invited by two other members. So, you know, they didn’t discriminate, but it’s funny how they didn’t have any jewish, irish, hispanic or black members! As my coworker said “those guys make me feel like calling the jews ‘bro’”.
I know of at least one recruitment company in Spain (which has a very good image but it’s not because they’re good, it’s because their ads on the newspaper are very large and this gives HR people the impression that they’re good) which has never called a female candidate except for administrative assistant positions. I’ve been told that I “can’t be an engineer, you’re a girl!”; I’ve been told I can’t have over 10 years experience because “you’re too young!” and then, when I showed my ID to that person proving that I was 12 years older than they’d guessed (and btw in Spain it’s common to include your DoB in your resume), been told that… my national ID was fake! Sure hon, wanna call the cops? Do it and I’ll report you for ageism right here, a pity stupidity ain’t no felony!
I call it the “cookie cutter mind”. These people paint an image of what people with certasin jobs or from certain groups must look like and if you’re the wrong color, hair length, gender or age - their brains go SCREEEEEECH! Some of them find the disturbance to their pretty pink little world so disturbing that they get angry at you even. Their loss, but yeah, every time I run into one I want to trepane them and see if any braincells are home.