I’ve Been Racially Profiled
I was holding up a 7-11 the other night (a regular occurance when we’re out of milk and Slurpies). All was going well until I went to leave the store. I heard the cashier on the phone talking to whom I believe must have been the cops.
“I’ve got a white, possibly armed and dangerous, blond female running off with some food stuffs here officer,” the sallowed and balding arab said into the phone.
Well…that just stopped me in my tracks.
“Excuse me,” I said, passing back through the sliding doors and up to the register, “did I just hear you call me WHITE?!!”
“Yes miss, you are white. I had to give the police an apt description of your likeness.”
“Well sir, you just lost yourself a customer,” I said and slammed the food down on the counter, “I do NOT appreciate being racially profiled like that. We have a white Speaker of the House now! Racism like that is dead in our country. ”
As I exited the store and heard the siren song of the sirens, I couln’t help but be appaled anew at the direction our country has taken. How dare I be physically described by something as taboo as my skin color. Outrageous.