I tried to be nice to you. I truly did. I had seen you around multiple times, walking by yourself while my friends and I would drive past you. You worked a minimum-wage job, you harbored a sweet Jesus-beard, and for the most part, you were fairly quiet.
But I was wrong. You weren’t as pleasant as I thought you would be. You’re turned out to be an ignorant, racist bigot.
I am sick of your racist remarks. I am sick of you scoffing at me every time I walk into Blockbuster to rent a movie. I am sick of you rolling your eyes at my parents.
I have, sadly, gotten used to the constant prejudice because of my name and my skin, despite being a life-long honors student and scoring in the top-three percentile. That’s just how it works. People are biased ass-hats.
I can shrug it off. Easy.
Sure, you can complain loudly about how much you hate Filipinos, without realizing that all ethnicities have ass-hats here and there.
I can shrug it off.
But I am completely vexed when you generalize and assume that every olive-skinned person on this island is an illiterate human who is here to strip you from your job. Our dignity, determination, harbored social mores? Non-existent to you. We steal your jobs, yet we are vapid neanderthals?
You piss me off.
My mom graduated as a valedictorian and worked hard to get where she is today. I can’t say the same about my dad being as successful in school, but he worked just as hard. They took the chance to move to a different country twenty-five years ago for more opportunities and are moderately successful. They took the time to learn a second language. They took the time to adapt.
And now. My mom? One of the managers where she works. My dad? Working two jobs he thoroughly enjoys. Me? Graduated and won enough scholarships to pay off my first two years in college.
Then there's you.
Sitting there, complaining, with your ridiculous sense of entitlement, when you’re what? Some whiny twenty-three year old who can’t retain a job? Good for you. Bitch out Filipinos. Because we’re obviously the cause of your failure.
Meh. My intent wasn't to write a post and have it turn into a bitch-fest. But writing this was strangely cathartic. Perhaps one day, I'll get the balls to tell this to Jesus-kid. That or troll the shit out of him.
2 comments:
Hey, sorry to hear about the shit you (and others) have to go through. Sometimes I forget that this happens because I have fair skin, and reading this made me feel guilty. :-(
You're brilliant, Joycey, don't forget. As much as you want to punch people in the jugular, just keep your cool; be the bigger person.
I couldn't help but notice your writing style and structure. I don't know if you're doing it intentionally or not, but you've got a strong pattern going.
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