As a Black American woman, I feel like sometimes we
suffer many injustices only because of the color of our skin is different. As I
read the assignment I immediately remembered my aunt, who had just got a job in
a bank. She was 19 years old and this was in the mid 1990’s. She was so happy because
she was making her own money and was doing well. One day a middle age white man
came into the bank and my aunt waited on him. When he was finished with his
transactions he called her Whoopi Goldberg.
Now my aunt must have weighed about 110 lbs, her
skin color is what some would say very light, which is nothing like Whoopi Goldberg’s,
mind you my aunt is much younger. When I heard that story, my heart dropped
because, I could not believe that someone would come right out and call someone
a name, which had hidden meanings. The other bank tellers and the manager just
stood and looked, no one said a word.
I think that it’s not fair to stand by and watch
someone get hurt. I know that sometimes we don’t have time to react, but I
think that instead of acting like it never happen like the other employees did
someone should have spoken up and acknowledge that a wrong had happened.
I feel sad when I hear these kinds of stories, but
it just lets us know that we have a long way to go before everyone is seen as
equals.
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