On my new job (which will remain unknown) I get to deal with different individuals of different races. Some days ago, I was with a gentleman who was very impolite and verbally aggressive, but not quite abusive. Other than a greeting, I said nothing to him for about 10 minutes, just did my job, but I had to explain to him something and he noted my accent.
“Are you Hispanic?”
“Yes, sir. Indeed I am.”
Suddenly I was his best new friend and almost confessor because the floodgates opened, and he treated me to his issues against White people deeply believing I was in the same wavelength.
I just nodded along and said, “you are right” and “of course” in the proper spaces provided by his rant. When we finally split, he shook my hand and thanked me for the “conversation.”
I was the same person at the beginning and at the end of our interaction, but he managed to wrongly assess me twice: First by assuming I was just another Evil White man and them thinking I thought the same way he did because I was not Anglo.
I felt pity for the guy. He lived most of his life believing and behaving the way he accused others to be with him.
I choose to live differently: I will not judge you by the color of your skin or what you do in bed but by the level of your stupidity and your treatment of others.
It simplifies life a lot, don’t you think?