It was a normal Saturday: horrible weather combined
with the typical stress versus relaxation warfare occurring in my brain. My
life was finally turning for the better because all the stress from March was
almost gone, and I survived an eight-day power outage (although this
accomplishment would seem a little pretentious to people living in developing
nations who lack electricity, clean drinking water, and other common luxuries I
take advantage of). Today was the day to celebrate my birthday, which was actually on March 12th but I had too much going on that weekend.
Fast forward to going inside the restaurant, and my
family and I are about to face an experience already commonplace for us. As we
opened the door, the waitress’s face immediately changed from one that was warm
and friendly to one that was cold. We stood there for a few seconds before she
decided to acknowledge our presence and ask grumpily, “how many?” We replied accordingly
to which she simply rolled her eyes and grabbed the menus. She eventually led
us to this booth that was extremely gross—not only was it very dimly lit, but
it also had visible crumbs all over it. We immediately asked if we could go to
another booth, preferably one by the windows. This infuriated the waitress who
spoke into her microphone to another waitress saying loudly, “they want to sit
at a table near a window… do we even have any available?” Eventually she led us
to a new table and left the three menus there and quickly left.
At first I did not think much about it. What if the
waitress was just having a bad day? We all have those days where we do not feel
like doing anything. However, this was not the case. My mom was the first to
notice. When greeting a white family, she obliged to their every request. She
did not even offer the horrible table to them. When we paid the bill and left,
an African-American family was just getting seated in which they were offered
the deplorable table that we were offered before. It is as if they reserved
that set area just to torment anyone of a different race.
This microaggression we faced is only one of many we
have faced in our lives. As Dr. Sue said, “microaggressions for people of color
are constant, continual, and cumulative. They occur to people of color from the
moment of birth to when they die.” The ones that have occurred to me the most are:
where are you actually from? Where are you from from? So if you’re Asian, you’re
supposed to be good at math right? Why can’t you solve this math problem, you’re
Asian? However, there is some sense of hope. These microaggressions are
definitely less frequent today than when my parents first came to America. It
is a continuous process to change people’s perception to solve these racial
issues.