Posted on 07/04/2023 2:28:26 PM PDT by nickcarraway
The summer after my second year of law school, I worked at a law firm in London, England. It was my first time there and I was giddy with excitement when the fancy car that collected me at Heathrow Airport deposited me in front of the fancy apartment building I'd be living in for the next month.
After lugging my suitcase up the stairs to the front door, I was met by a sweet-looking elderly white woman; my landlord. I went to shake her hand. Looking sick to her stomach, she yanked her right arm behind her back and dropped the keys on the ground so she didn't have to touch me.
She muttered something about the apartment number and left. I was gutted. I knew that look, I had seen it many times in my life.
But never before had a white person been so repulsed that they wouldn't touch me.
A few days later, my laundry machine broke. I called the landlord multiple times. She didn't return my call. I called HR at the New York City office headquarters to tell them what was up, namely, the landlord was racist and I needed my machine fixed.
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I’d like to see the receipts on this story…..she barely has a tan!
Why you ask. Because there’s money in it.
Who’s going to teach you not to be a racist against Whites ?
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