In all my twenty years as a black male in the United States of America, I can only recall
two instances where I felt I was wronged because of my race. Though both are just part
of my history now, they still make me sick to my stomach when I think about them. The
first one I recall was when my family and I traveled to Orlando, Florida to celebrate my
high school graduation in June of 2000. I was enjoying myself at first but it all went
down the toilet one day when we decided to spend the day in one of the various
We left our hotel early one morning to have breakfast before we visited Universal
Studios. We went to this nice restaurant, whose name I can't recall, maybe it was Racism
Chicken and Waffles, and we noticed we were likely the only black family there. Not
only that but it seemed that everybody there seem to notice as well because we were
getting some very interesting looks. I'm pretty use to fielding some weird looks since I
was a awkward and sometimes clumsy teen, but that's not why some were staring, I had
done nothing awkward or clumsy, and that made the hair on my arms stand up. Then
after we were seated a waitress took our orders. She tried to sell us some fake warmth but
I wasn't buying, I could tell it was an feint by looking at her demeanor, I thought I saw
her roll her eyes a few times. Though she wasn't saying it verbally, she was more than
screaming it physically, that is that we didn't belong there. We ate there despite the
uneasiness, besides why let it ruin the vacation, we were there to have fun.
Then came part of the day were we actually were inside the amusement park, Universal
Studios. Now I won't say it was everybody, but once again I was getting looks that were
making me feel totally uncomfortable. It honestly made me think that they had never
seen a black person before in their entire lives. What really got u
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