Twice in the last week or two, I’ve been the “beneficiary” of racial prejudice, or at least I think I have. I’m not quite sure how I should feel about it.
**Case #1: ** I went with my ex-wife and kids to help her get a TV from Wal-Mart. I tagged along mostly to help her pick one (we’re still good friends) and to help load it into and out of her car and get it set up in her house. After some searching, she settled on a 28” flatscreen (flat CRT, not plasma), and I loaded the bulky, hefty box onto our cart. Once we got to the front of the store, I told her to take the kids, get the car, and pull around front while I waited in line to buy the TV.
At this point I should mention that this particular store is in a predominantly black neighborhood and I, while I am half Asian, look nominally white. Of the people I saw in the store that night, I’d venture a WAG that 75% were black, and most of the rest Hispanic. Anyway, there’s the stereotypical Old White Man Checking Receipts At The Door Of The Wal-Mart[sup]TM[/sup], and he is checking everyone leaving. I get into line behind three or four black people who are waiting to get their receipts checked. OWMCRATDOTW-M looks up, sees me in line, sees my cart, and waves me through the doors. And he did so in a very obvious fashion. He waved me through the doors with a $500 television set, while forcing these other people to stand in line so that he could rifle through their bags of shampoo and honey roasted peanuts. I didn’t know what to say, so I pulled the cart out of line and walked right out with it, making an elaborate show of holding my receipt out to him as I passed. I was baffled.
**Case #2: ** On my Saturday with the kids a couple weeks ago, I took them to an activity at the ex’s church as a favor to her. One of the activities was a “get-to-know-you” type thing where you filled out a short survey card about yourself and then they drew the cards out of a box, read them aloud, and everyone had to guess whom the card referred to. Anyway, after the activity this stereotypical Kindly Doughy Middle-Aged White Church Lady[sup]TM[/sup], who is apparently some of my kids’ Sunday School teacher, came up to me.
KDM-AWCL: “OneCentStamp, I had no idea you were half Vietnamese!”
**1CS: ** “Yes, I am. It doesn’t look that way, but it’s true. Actually, my little brother looks much more typically Asian than I do.”
**KDM-AWCL: ** “Well, that’s why your kids are so smart. They have those oriental brains!”
**1CS: ** “…”
**KDM-AWCL: ** “I sure wish I’d got me some of those smarts!”
Now, she was really nice and I could tell she meant it as a compliment, so I wasn’t about to throw it in her face, but I was pretty much speechless.
Anyway, just thought I’d share some stories from the “up” side of racial profiling.