Sunday blogging against racism #50–oblivion as white privilege

So last Thursday night, I met up with some friends & former work acquaintances (thought you’d enjoy that, Jacylyn!!!) to have dinner in Brooklyn. 

We went to a restaurant that we’d been to a few times before, and as the night progressed, I said a few times, “wow, the service is awful tonight!” I have some recollection of having had less-than-stellar service the last time we’d been there, but this time, it was really, really bad.

Now, there were six of us, it was a busy night and they were packed to the gills, maybe they were understaffed, etc.  

But it wasn’t until later that evening that I started to wonder if the fact that four out of the six of us were African-American had anything to do with the shoddy service we received. And I was reminded again that as a white person, I have the privilege of never having to ask that question. 

I also have the ability to rationalize–“We were in BROOKLYN . . . there were other people of color there . . . there’s no WAY it could be that.”

But I am learning that it’s worth it to ask the question, because even if racial prejudice wasn’t a factor, it’s really good for me to be shaken out of the complacency of my privilege and to be able to remember that not everybody has the luxury of living in a world where it isn’t even a question.

One thought on “Sunday blogging against racism #50–oblivion as white privilege

  1. I don’t think it was that at all. I was very aware of the service and the lack there of on our side of the restaurant. They seemed to have no listening and follow up skills at all.

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