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Of Course, The White Race Is The Superior Race.
Of Course, The White Race Is The Superior Race.
My father believed that children should be seen and not heard, especially
at the dining table, so talking was not permitted during meals. In
contrast, the parents of my white friends encouraged and participated in
mealtime discussions.
To this day, I do not know who asked the question or if in fact a question
was actually asked. Perhaps, this man, who had always been nothing but
kind and welcoming to me, found it necessary to remind me that even
though I was in his Victorian home, sitting at his dinner table, eating the
food that had been lovingly prepared by his Filipino wife — I was
inferior to him.
I cannot recall if my friend and her siblings fell silent, or if my friend, her
siblings, or her mother looked at me for a reaction or in consolation. I
remember that I kept my eyes lowered to my plate, that the grip on my
fork tightened, and the leisurely pace of my heart launched into a sprint.
I was 15 years old and the situation my family had warned and prepped
me for as a Black person living in white America had arrived yet again.
The fact that my BFF’s father chose that moment to express his deepest
held beliefs about his racial superiority is not beyond me. Indeed, my
presence at his table was conditional — permitted only because I made
his daughter happy and he enjoyed seeing his daughter happy because
his love for her was unconditional.
Yes, I do.
Not only was I hurt, but being an empath, I also absorbed the
humiliation on behalf of his Filipino wife who had not batted an eye at
the insult.
Yes, I do.
Nevertheless, I would return to that house and eat at that table again and
again, without further incident. But I would never forget the shot fired
because the wound it left would not allow me to forget. The memory is
lodged in me like the bullet it was intended to be.