The first Chappelle clip reminds me of a personal anecdote, which itself is an opportunity to add another black American sterotype to the mix: menthol cigarettes.
In the late 90s, I was working in a convenience store. We had plenty of regular customers, and I took pride in recognizing them and knowing what they wanted without them having to ask. This worked especially well for cigarettes, because those were something I could access from behind the counter. One of my regulars, a black man, came in most days and got a pack of Newports. (Newports are a brand of menthol cigarette, and menthol cigarettes are known for being more popular with black smokers.)
One day, I thought I saw him entering the store, and I reached for his usual pack of Newports and put them on the counter before he could even ask for them. He always seemed to appreciate it, with comments like “You know me well.” Only this time, it was someone else…Mr. Newport’s spitting image. (And no, this isn’t a case of some cracker thinking black people all look alike. This guy looked incredibly similar.) He had me fooled until he made it halfway between the door and the counter, and then I realized my mistake. Before I could even think to start putting the cigarettes back, he shouts as he approaches the counter, “What the fuck, man? You think just because you see a black man walk in here, he wants menthols? Might as well get out the malt liquor while you’re at it!”
I stood there, embarrassed and speechless for a moment, not unlike a deer in headlights. Finally, I spit out the only explanation I had…the truth. “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” Only after the words left my lips did I realize that those words wouldn’t smooth things over.
“Yeah, we all look the same to you, huh?”
I apologized again and asked what I could get for him. Without changing his disgusted tone, and thereby showing that he did not sense the irony of his request, he said, “Give me a pack of Kools.”
He took his cigarettes and change and left without saying another word. I’m just glad my embarrassment didn’t give way to laughter until after he got out the door.