We all have some kind of prejudice. It’s definitely not just white people against black.
Every single person walking this planet has some kind of bias against some group of person for some reason.
Maybe it’s a seemingly appropriate bias; like how most people were against Nazi’s.
It’s still good to take a look at our own prejudices. See where they come from. See how our own social media feeds, our environment and our curated news channels reinforce them to us continually.
There is a social divide; in this country, in most countries and most definitely in the world.
Humans play this stupid “us vs them” game so habitually we don’t even acknowledge it to ourselves. We are so drawn to feel superior to something or someone, to some group, to feel more worthy than others, to feel better about ourselves, and to justify any ill will and/or action against said group or party that we sometimes even grow to enjoy our own hatred towards others.
This applies to 99.99% of people unfortunately. We learn to put people down. We learn to discriminate. We learn to have disregard and/or hatred.
Even I can admit I have a couple of notions that I have to force myself to stand down from sometimes.
Kind of how my grandmother hated cats because when she was a child she dropped some scalding water on one and it climbed up her back and scratched her severely. She never outgrew that fear and hatred.
But I have hope for humanity. As idiotic as it feels to say that sometimes, I truly do.
Yesterday was the second time an Oregon restaurant purposefully seemed to discriminate against me, for the color of my skin.
In both cases I was the only person of color in the place. In both times it was very, very blatant. Where other parties after us got seated and get their orders taken and we get absolutely nothing as if we weren’t even there.
Both times we just walked out.
What can you do? Can’t make someone like you. Can’t really make someone treat you fairly. I could have called it out but I don’t see the point. That wouldn’t have changed the situation at all. The prejudice would still be there.
It’s sad. I am sad.
I also got a lot more stares than I usually get. I didn’t put the two together until after I got home and thought about it more.
There are so many things I love about Oregon. Inclusivity is not really on that list though, unfortunately.
It’s fine. There is nothing I can do about it. This is my lot in life. That the color of my skin outweighs all the qualities of my heart and soul, to some people. That I can be judged harshly solely for that. Something I have absolutely no control over.
It could be worse I guess, but right now this feels bad enough.