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The issue isn’t with Europeans.

The issue is within The Mindset.

I’ve been discriminated against on job interviews from what we call, People of Color.

One incident was even after I was hired! The Persian woman I worked for at Silver Textiles in LA, said they had to “let me go” because she thought that I would not grasp how to do things there. This was something that clearly existed only in her mind and her perception of me. Whether her perception was based on me being a Black Woman or an Introvert or the very likely combination of the two which somehow rendered me inferior to keep the position. I knew that her statement was coming from a biased place and I challenged her by repeating what she had just told me so that she could hear herself and how stupid she sounded. I repeated, “You are letting me go because you think that I will not be able to grasp the computer programs you use.” Like you are not even going to train me. Like this isn’t even a fact because I was not even given the chance to complete the job because I never started on the work that she thought I couldn’t handle! What preconceived notions existed in her mind to make her believe such a thing?! I’ve never received a complaint from her while I was there but suddenly her thoughts are now an issue. You got that last part? HER THOUGHTS ABOUT ME WAS THE ISSUE!!! I did nothing to her, I had not damaged her company! I did no wrong!

Another incident was from an Asian woman that I interviewed with at Claire’s Corporate Headquarters. She told me that I need to be fast-paced. She looked at my portfolio and told me that I would have to work faster. THIS WAS AN INTERVIEW! I was not even working there, all I did was sit down in the chair and explain my experience! How could she just look at my work an determine that I worked to slow?!!! She had never seen me work or my work pace. She only just met me for about 3 minutes! See? There it is again. Something that existed in her mind about me before I even walked through the door. Now who is me? I was just a category in her eyes. Something to be judged, not perceived or learned. She didn’t take the time to get to know me. To interview me. She sat there and judged me, from previous dialogue within herself about people who look like me. She even implied that I would be slow at working because I am from the Mid-West. She said, “this company runs like New York, we aren’t a slow pace Midwestern company.” I told her that I worked in a fast pace environment before when I interned at White House Black Market in Florida. She then actually let these words come out of her mouth, “You don’t know how fast-paced, it is you don’t know!” Mind you her tone was off when she was saying all of this to me. Nearly shouting and talking AT me and not to me. [At this point I just think she had a slight mental illness, although discrimination is a mental illness.]

So as you can see,

it is a mindset.

A dis>ease of the mind.

The mind is not at ease.

It is filled with uneasiness about people they don’t know.

I kind of fear. A distrust.

A damaging interaction.

A distraction,

from all things that really matter.

Now does All lives matter?

Not if you treat me this way, by ignoring my pleas, my cries for help.

What about my well-being? Does my life TRULY matter to you?

You don’t care whether I live or die?

Have a home or homeless.

Sick or healthy.

Rich or unwealthy.

What about my well-being?

This is more than just a job.

in this society.

The people I would pay rent to have no compassion.

That’s why homelessness exist.

How am I suppose to live?

L I V E my L I F E.

Not just be alive, hope not to get shot by police.

But actually L I V E my day-to-day life?

M y   D a y   t o   D a y    L i f e .