The Taxi Struggle
So I haven’t been able to post much recently. This job doesn’t allow much time on a computer for it. I’m always on the move around DC to meetings and such. Which brings me to this story.
So the other day my boss and I were on our way to a meeting across town. She had to go back up the office and pick up papers so she told me to hail a cab outside while she was in the building. I had no choice but to agree, but I immediately knew that I was doomed. Doomed.
In case you didn’t know, it’s against the law in DC for a black man to catch a cab. This is actually the case in most cities. In order for a Black man to catch a cab, you either have to almost commit suicide, or sell your soul. In fact The Bible actually has a passage about this.
“Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a black man to enter a taxi cab (sic)”-Matthew 19:24
It’s true. That was God speaking. If you need more proof, this video is a bit dated and set in NYC but it is relevant:
So I began my struggle to find a cab, which I knew was futile from the start. I tried waving them down, and they either drove straight past me or actually turned their light off when they got to me in the street. It was broad daylight and I had on a nice suit. But even still, I could not catch a cab to save my life. After about five minutes of struggle, my boss came down, obviously disappointed that I had not yet found a cab. She immediately asked me if I had caught one before and if I knew how (of COURSE I did), but there was no way to tell her why I couldn’t get one without getting into an awkward conversation on race. I couldn’t win. She calmly went out into the street and waved a cab down.
And now I look like an ass. I fucking hate racism.