In the Summer of ’97 or ’98, I was looking for a second part
time job. I remember looking through the Scarborough Mirror and saw an ad for
an Italian Bakery close to where I lived. They were looking for someone to help
with cash and help serve customers. I decided to apply since I had some
bakery experience from working at Dominion (now Metro).
I went the following
day and had a quick interview with the Manager. She asked me about
my experience and told me that she would get back to me.
As I was leaving,
something told me to turn around. As I did, I caught her placing my resume on
top of a cupboard – high enough for her to forget that it was even there.
My heart sank.
I wanted to cry.
Before I left, I looked at the staff she had hired. They were
all Italian.
Why did she bother interviewing me if she knew she wasn't going to hire a black person?
Why did she bother interviewing me if she knew she wasn't going to hire a black person?
Too bad I didn’t have enough guts back then because I would have taken
back my resume and called her a racist to her face.
Up until that point in my life, I had never experienced
racism like that.
Toronto is said to be the most multicultural city in the world
with over 200 ethnic groups but still racism exists.
When hiring, employers
always talk about wanting to give everyone an “equal opportunity”. HA! Don’t
be fooled. They’re only going through the motions. They already know the type
of person they’re looking for and probably hired them already.
I don’t care how multicultural this city is, racism will
never go away. The world will always be divided. That’s just the way it is and we’ve
just got to accept it.
What was your first racism experience?
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