hidden-racism

You be the judge.

I’ve been known to have my racist radar set to high. I admit I can’t wait to call someone out on their bigoted views or racism ideologies. But sometimes I have to step back and ask myself if something is indeed racist, or am I being extra sensitive. The Tom Wars will be running a series of Hidden Racism true life stories where you’ll be the judge.

While driving past a mall the other day, I realized I was hungry. All malls have food courts, so I decided to stop in the mall to grab a bite to eat. The problem with that is, I have a very weird diet. I’m a pescatarian (I only eat fish and vegetables) so finding something to eat while on the run is often difficult. This mall trip proved to be more difficult than most. I perused the different eateries in the food court and saw the usual suspects, McDonalds, Popeyes, Boardwalk Fries, etc. I knew I couldn’t get anything from those spots. Of course McDonald’s has Filet O’Fish, but I’m pretty sure that’s not actual fish. More than likely, it’s seasoned muskrat so there’s no way I was going to Mickey Ds. There were only two options as I saw it, Subway (Tuna sandwich or a veggie sandwich) or this Chinese restaurant. I thought hard about it and decided to go with the Chinese.

When I got to the counter, the lady asked me what I wanted. There wasn’t much there I could order so I decided to get the veggie stir fry which consisted of zuchini, mushrooms, baby corn and brocolli and came with cabbage on the side. When I placed my order, the lady behind the counter snickered. We both gave each other odd looks and she said, “You sure you don’t want to try to chicken?” I paused. My racist radar went off. BOGEY, TWELVE O’CLOCK! I thought to myself. I didn’t say anything though. I just replied, “No, I’ll just have the stir fry please.”

Unfortunately, it doesn’t end there. The lady grabbed a styrofoam container, then turned back around and said, “You SURE you don’t want chicken? We have teriyaki, blackened…” I cut her off and said, “No, I just want the vegetarian platter.”

As she placed the food in my container, she kept stating the different types of chicken they make “… General Tsos, sesame chicken…” I tried to remain cool because I thought perhaps I was being overly sensitive. She just kept talking about the different types of chickens “orange chicken, chicken and broccoli…” as she fixed my stir fry dish.

At the cash register, the lady finally gave in. She rang up my order, and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I replied, “Just a spring water please.” She shot me another strange look as she took my money and gave me my change.

As I was beginning to walk away the lady said, “You sure you don’t want no fruit punch?” Is it me, or did this lady offer me Chicken and Kool Aid?

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