Headline: IT'S
UP TO WHITES TO FIND SENSITIVITY IN COLOR REACTION
Reporter: By Gregory Freeman
Publication: ST.
LOUIS POST-DISPATCH
Last Printed: Tues., Dec. 3, 1993
Section: WAR PAGE, Page: 5C, Edition: FIVE STAR
A BLACK ACQUAINTANCE
recently described an incident that made him cringe.
He
and his wife had agreed to meet for lunch at a fancy hotel here. Arriving before
his wife, he decided to wait for her at the hotel's entrance.
As he waited for his wife, another car pulled up. Out stepped an
older white woman. What happened next, he said, irked him tremendously.
"She
asked me to park her car, " he said. "She thought I was handling valet
parking."
He
said he explained to her gently that he was not the valet. "She gave me
kind of a puzzled look and then drove on, " he said.
Outwardly,
he said, he was calm. On the inside he was steaming.
"The
woman assumed that because I was black and standing in front of this nice hotel,
that I must be the valet, " he said. "I'm still bothered by that."
A distressing
incident, but not that unusual. Incidents like this happen to African-Americans
on a regular basis.
On more than one occasion I've been asked to carry bags at a hotel.
Once, while walking through a restaurant, I was asked by a patron if I would
help clean a table where a glass of water had spilled.
I
don't know how many times I've been followed in stores by white salespeople
who, I assume, thought I was going to steal something.
That's an almost
universal black experience.
Just
Thursday, I heard a prominent black St. Louisan - a man who always dresses impeccably
- tell of how he was standing in the checkout line at a store when a disheveled
white woman who was ahead in line looked back at him and clutched her purse,
as if he were going to steal it.
These
are among the indignities many blacks are forced to suffer, 128 years after
the end of the Civil War. Stereotypical assumptions make it difficult for many
blacks - even the most accomplished among us - to ignore the issue of race.
I suspect most
whites give little thought to their own skin color. Few probably go through
life daily consciously aware that they are white.
But
being black in America means being constantly reminded of your skin color. For
many of us, that means indignities on a far-too-regular basis.
For
many blacks, neither money nor social status makes a difference when it comes
to these indignities.
The acquaintance I mentioned above, the man who was waiting for
his wife outside the restaurant, is college-educated. He and his wife have an
annual income of more than $100,000 a year. Still, a woman thought he was a
valet.
After a while,
these indignities begin to pile up and can really do damage to one's psyche.
Middle-class individuals often have the resources and support to
withstand such incidents, regardless of the frequency. They can take vacations,
travel and get away from it all. They often can find solace in the fact that
despite the indignities, they have what they need to be comfortable in their
lives.
That's often not
the case among those who are poorer. The releases are not always available to
everyone.
"Why
do poor black people always look so mad?" a reader once wrote.
The
answer is that they probably are mad. It's difficult being poor in America.
While that's been true almost any time in our nation's history, it's probably
truer today than ever. Conspicuous consumption is omnipresent and expanding
media choices display even more of the opulence that America is ready to share
if you have the money.
The
poor often find themselves like starving street urchins looking into a restaurant
window at plump diners nibbling at overfilled plates. Add to that combination
the excess baggage that comes with being black in this country and it becomes
clearer why some folks seem to go through life with scowls on their faces.
I don't ask for
sympathy. Indeed, most people who have been dealt these indignities aren't in
search of sympathy.
What
most of them would like, I suspect, is an increased sensitivity on the part
of whites who make judgments so quickly, often based solely on the color of
a person's skin.
There is nothing
that I or any other African-American can do about this problem. It's one that
only white Americans can deal with.
For
no matter what I do, what I say, what I think or what I wear, there will be
those white individuals - too many, I'm sorry to say - who will immediately
judge me based on my color alone.
I
am more than a color. I wish people would realize that.
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