Yea, the cartoon is a lil extreme but lets be real....I stay conscious of it. I can't help it...it was the way I was raised. It's not like I walk around asking myself how do people view me...but if someone reacts unusually to me ...then the light bulb goes off ...the red flag pops up and I hear the bells. We have a Racial Profiler on the loose.
Now that I live in Manhattan, I'm extremely keen to it. I'm sure most people see me for who I am. Let me repeat that...I'm sure MOST people see me for who I am. But let's face it...there are a select few who at first glance only see my skin color, my kufi, or my beard. And probably after they get to know me...I'm just plain ol' ME.
But its frustrating...and frankly I'm getting a little tired. I know this in no way shape or form compares to what my parent generation went through but you'd like to think now that we have a Black President, American's would not be so quick to negatively judge people based upon their looks. Not be so quick to assume your in the wrong place. Not be so quick to ask,
how may I help you? when you enter your own apartment building. "Man, I live here!"
It's often very suttle. But the argument occurs when you ask, "Would this have happened if I were White...if I had no kufi....if I wore no beard?"
Tell me what you think: (Now mind you...it's not alot of people who look like me walking around who aren't maintenance workers.) I'm coming back from riding my bike (about 4pm ...its not dark) and I am returning it to the bike shed were I pay an annual fee to lock my bike. I see a man with his bike in front of me, who actually is one of my Professor's and has given me several lectures. He has already opened the gate to the shed with his ID card and held the gate open for ME to bring in my bike. I said thanks and proceeded to lock up my bike as usual.
After the guy locks up his bike he walks over to me and asks, "Do you have and ID?"
I said with a confused face, "Yea..."
Then he says, "Well, can I see it because I
always ask for an ID when I let people in..."
Baffled and alittle taken back, I show him my ID along with my highly disturbed facial expression...and he yells, "Oh! It's you, I know
you. I see you around all the time."
"Uh, yea..." And that was that...he leaves me still confused, standing there with lock and ID in hand.
I think to myself:
1. Whoa...wait...what are you security?? If you were so concerned about an ID why didn't you ask me when you held the door open for me?
2. Why the hell would I NOT have an ID? I'm locking up my BIKE. How would I be able to get back in to retrieve my bike if I didn't have an ID?
3. Did I really look that suspicious bringing in my bike to lock up? (Probably...lol, I had a hoodie on because it was cold).
Maybe, I'm over-reacting but I've noticed one thing....It really all depends on how I'm dressed. I get the
how may I help you questions only when I'm wearing a hoodie or jeans. If I'm in kaki's or slacks...I rarely get the
are you lost looks or
you must be visiting face. The unfortunate part is that many of my classmates wear hoodies but I doubt if they get profiled. Um...can I not get throan in a class of Hoodlem when I walk around my job?