Don’t Even Ink About Being Racist
(I am a Hispanic woman and my coworkers are of various races. I have to write down a list of names for the swimming schedules when my pen, with blue ink, breaks before I write the last name.)
Me: “Great.”
(I write the last name with a black pen, before I sign my name at the bottom. A black coworker comes past.)
Coworker #1: “Hey, what’s THAT?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Coworker #1: “Oh, you WELL know what I mean!”
(She jabs a finger at the last name.)
Coworker #1: “That’s [Coworker #2]! You’re racist!”
(I have written my black coworker’s name in black ink, where everyone else, who happens to be white, Hispanic, and Chinese, aren’t.)
Me: “No, I’m not. The pen ran—”
Coworker #1: “Oh, no, don’t you start excusing. I’m going to get [Managers] on you!”
(She ran off, shrieking their names. I’m not punished at all after they laugh about it, all while my coworker was yelling about how ‘everyone she works with are god-d*** racists.’)
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