Life The Color of Money
posted by March 22 at 12:44 PMon
Let me get to the point.
Two weeks ago, I went into Gordito’s Healthy Mexican Food with my son. We ordered food. I gave the person at the cash register—a short, young and pretty Mexican woman—my debit card. She ran it, looked at it, looked up at me, and asked for my ID. After matching the information on the ID with the information on the debit card, she cleared my order. I tipped her nothing. Why? Because the man ahead of me in the line was white and she didn’t ask to compare the information on his debit card with the information on his ID card. In short, she asked for my ID because I’m black.
I went to Gordito’s again yesterday with my son. We ordered food. She took my debit card, charged it, looked at it, looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes, and, again, asked for my ID. Dang! Black is just black to her. No person there; just black and that’s that. This time, however, I tipped her two bucks. Why? Because she also carded the Mexican man who was ahead of me in the line. The young Mexican woman sees her kind as no better than black people. (The white woman behind me in the line was not carded.) She was, in short, not really looking down on me, but saw me as one of those people who, like her own people, tend not have the kind of money that white people have. For her, white color means money; brown or black, means no money.