First, watch this:
My friends and I saw Avenue Q while in NYC this past weekend. This was quite possibly my favorite song. Let’s all sing about racism!
But to go along with this, here’s my overdramatized, comedic racist story:
I was leaving LA from the John Wayne Airport last week. I got there barely in time to make my flight. I ran to the TSA line since my boarding pass had already been taken care of at home. Does anyone else wonder why people STILL don’t print their boarding passes at home? Anyway, I’m in line. Waiting, waiting.
I take my shoes off. I put them in the bin.
I take my bag off. I put it in the bin.
I take my luggage. I put it next to the bin.
I push them all in.
Now, right before I’m about to walk through the metal detectors, the TSA woman on the either side looks at me. And before I can even make remote eye contact, she makes her judgement. She racially profiles me in my black sweat pants, USC Pride shirt, and Stuart Weitzman Jesus flats… It might have been my eyebrows and brown skin. It could have been my large eyes or black hair, who knows? Everyone’s a little bit racist, right?
But she had the audacity to ask me, “Are you wearing bangles?”
BANGLES!?
Ladies and gentlemen, if this isn’t racism I don’t know what is. I might as well have been asked if I was carrying curry.
hahaha I’m like 99% sure that airport security is required to act dumber everyday. A few years back they asked me what “kind” of college I went to. When I said med school, instead of asking which one, they again asked “What KIND of med school??”
I guess they thought their line of questioning was so genius that I would slip and say, “Oh no! Now you caught me, I go to the terrorist kind!”