In America, we just don’t see race.

Noted without comment:

So, the other day I was eating dinner in a parking lot that was full of food trucks,* and I was at the frozen custard truck, waiting for what would turn out to be the most delicious dairy-based dessert I’ve ever had in my life. But the (white) woman in the truck kept leaning out the window and trying to get the attention of someone in the distance. This person’s custard was ready, but they weren’t within earshot.

A (white) man noticed the custardier’s issue and said, “Oh, just point out whose it is. I’ll go and tell them that it’s ready.”

The custardier pointed at a bunch of tables and said, “Oh, it’s that woman over there.”

“Who?”

“Oh…umm…it’s…well…it’s that woman who has the, like, the fur fringe on her hood?”

All three of us looked over. The custardier was referring to literally the only black person in sight.

 

*Oh god, I know right? I can’t believe this is something that I do now.

2 thoughts on “In America, we just don’t see race.

  1. mattllavin

    That whole food truck thing can actually be pretty fun. My wife and I went to an improv show at Fort Mason kinda recently and we were delighted (delighted!) to find that Off the Grid had descended in the parking lot. Yum. But on the other hand, Off the Grid is now showing up every Wednesday literally 50 yards from my house, apparently for the rest of the summer. Not so fun, since it’s a bunch of loud people and live music. Bah humbug!

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