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Tags: Historical By: zarmeenr |
UNFORGETTABLE ENCOUNTER
it was a bright august morning,and the sun was shinning bright on my sunglasses as i drove with my mom in our truck to the electronic warehouse.but as we drove i realized that this city was no more a mixture of people bUt only white people lived there.
when we reached the ware house i had to peel my arm off the hot door like a brunt sausage from the grill.
i could actually see the heat waves comming to sieze me.my mom and i walkied toward the warehouse,it seemed as if we were crossing the sahara dessert.as we entered the ware house my mom started searching for her washing machine,and this was taking ages becausse my mom always found some scratch on it or the size was not right!.
finally after several minites of serious searching we asked the sales person to pack the washing machine.the sales man told us to drive to the back and wait there for 2 to 3 minutes.so we drove to the back,gave our recipt and asked for out machine.there was a white car sitting with a lady sitting inside.i kindly smilled at her but in return she frowned at me as if there was something hanging from my nose.sudenly i realized that all the people were giving mean looks to us,as if there was something wrong with oue faces!i loked in the mirror but nothing was wrong.anyways 30 min had passed annd we still didnt recive ore pakage.my mom asked the salesman again and aagain he told us to wait for 1 min.5 10 15 minutes had passed as we listened to the boring radio and watched people come and take their packages away.finally we got our appliance and we quickly left.when we got home i told my mom about how people were looking at us.and my mom told me that they were racists and they did not like us beacuse of our skin colour.i was only 11 years old and didnt know that raacism had still existed,i thought it had died with mr.king.this encounter had left me confussed and lost.this was the first time i had encounter with racism,it was a small slice of reality.but from this encounter i learnt that life is always not a bed of roses instead it can be very ugly.alo that just beacuse you smile at somebody dosent mean they will smile back.
it was a bright august morning,and the sun was shinning bright on my sunglasses as i drove with my mom in our truck to the electronic warehouse.but as we drove i realized that this city was no more a mixture of people bUt only white people lived there.
when we reached the ware house i had to peel my arm off the hot door like a brunt sausage from the grill.
i could actually see the heat waves comming to sieze me.my mom and i walkied toward the warehouse,it seemed as if we were crossing the sahara dessert.as we entered the ware house my mom started searching for her washing machine,and this was taking ages becausse my mom always found some scratch on it or the size was not right!.
finally after several minites of serious searching we asked the sales person to pack the washing machine.the sales man told us to drive to the back and wait there for 2 to 3 minutes.so we drove to the back,gave our recipt and asked for out machine.there was a white car sitting with a lady sitting inside.i kindly smilled at her but in return she frowned at me as if there was something hanging from my nose.sudenly i realized that all the people were giving mean looks to us,as if there was something wrong with oue faces!i loked in the mirror but nothing was wrong.anyways 30 min had passed annd we still didnt recive ore pakage.my mom asked the salesman again and aagain he told us to wait for 1 min.5 10 15 minutes had passed as we listened to the boring radio and watched people come and take their packages away.finally we got our appliance and we quickly left.when we got home i told my mom about how people were looking at us.and my mom told me that they were racists and they did not like us beacuse of our skin colour.i was only 11 years old and didnt know that raacism had still existed,i thought it had died with mr.king.this encounter had left me confussed and lost.this was the first time i had encounter with racism,it was a small slice of reality.but from this encounter i learnt that life is always not a bed of roses instead it can be very ugly.alo that just beacuse you smile at somebody dosent mean they will smile back.
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