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Reason #874 I want to spend January on the otherside of the world
Living in and growing up in NYC one gets used to hearing all manner of racial hostility, and mostly one also learns to overlook it -- afterall, everyone hates everyone else here, and the use of slurs generally indicates little more than poorly vented rage and a limited vocabulary.
Besides, I'm a girl. I'm not supposed to say anything, and normally, I don't.
Tonight after a long and emotionally killer day and an audition that took a lot out of me (sidenote: I have to chant "I hate myself; I hate myself" over and over under my breath after auditions -- it's where the nervous energy goes -- isn't that lovely?), I hopped in a cab.
I ignored the first several remarks the guy made about the Chinese, but when he started randomly shouting out the window at them, I said in the smallest most polite little voice, "Sir, can you please not make racist comments while I'm in the car?"
"This is America, I can say anything the fuck I want."
"True enough," I replied, "but please pull over here, as I wish to get out."
"No! You're not allowed!"
"Sir," I said trying to placate. "I'm going to pay you, I just would prefer to get out of your car."
At which point he pulled over and started threatening me, screaming about how he would beat my face in if I gave him any of my money, that I had no right to speak to him.
And so I jumped out and got in the cab behind him, unable to figure out why I felt so poorly for doing the right thing for once in my life.
Besides, I'm a girl. I'm not supposed to say anything, and normally, I don't.
Tonight after a long and emotionally killer day and an audition that took a lot out of me (sidenote: I have to chant "I hate myself; I hate myself" over and over under my breath after auditions -- it's where the nervous energy goes -- isn't that lovely?), I hopped in a cab.
I ignored the first several remarks the guy made about the Chinese, but when he started randomly shouting out the window at them, I said in the smallest most polite little voice, "Sir, can you please not make racist comments while I'm in the car?"
"This is America, I can say anything the fuck I want."
"True enough," I replied, "but please pull over here, as I wish to get out."
"No! You're not allowed!"
"Sir," I said trying to placate. "I'm going to pay you, I just would prefer to get out of your car."
At which point he pulled over and started threatening me, screaming about how he would beat my face in if I gave him any of my money, that I had no right to speak to him.
And so I jumped out and got in the cab behind him, unable to figure out why I felt so poorly for doing the right thing for once in my life.
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