Posts Tagged ‘discrimination’

The older I get the more amazed I become of refreshing ideas that come from the most unlikely quarters. Ideas that never occur to oneself, leaving one much to chew on.

The other day I formed a group of acquaintances which was thrown together by circumstances not of one’s choice. I tried my best to be as polite as I could, and I am certain that the rest of the people strove to do the same. Somehow along the way the topic turned to the trend of some Spanish primary schools to incorporate Chinese classes. The most outstanding theory of this came from a lawyer.

“Chinese is the future”, he started out conventionally, “they are everywhere. Bazaars, boutiques, restaurants. I would get my son to learn Chinese. If you want to do real big business, you do it with the Chinese. And see how they flood into Spain, there are so many Chinese adoptions. In 20 years, everybody in Spain will need to speak Chinese! Maybe there will be no Spaniards anymore!”

I think in order to practise law, as this man does, you have to go through university education. But of course, I am too old fashioned, I thought you did learn at least some values and logical reasoning there in the ivory tower, although it is not the best place to learn common sense. He must be the finest example of one who graduated without any of the above. I held my tongue, since peer pressure forbid me to disagree in a situation that I considered did not worth it, especially when everybody gave him three cheers with more supporting arguments. I am not sorry that I have not the pleasure to enjoy his company again, so far.


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Several years ago I witnessed an appalling incident, which, to my sensitive mind, has left an impression. So, I better write about it so as to get it out of my system.

It happened in a bookshop quite well-known in Barcelona, or, one would say, one that houses academic books for the perusal of university students and professors just across the street; an important street, I may add, that has only one way traffic where motorcyclists love to speed through from the top to the bottom. But unfortunately, recent successive constructions have deprived them of this pleasure. I beg my reader’s understanding for not naming it. I try my best not to get into any type of unpleasantness when I can help it.

Back to my story.

I was there leisurely browsing books. A woman came in, or I should say, an Asian woman, because that is of significance. She asked about a book that she had ordered: Los viajes de Sir John Mandeville. As a foreigner, I could understand her perfectly, well, maybe it was because she spoke perfect English for the author’s name. Now, she repeated more than twice to the staff, but the woman did not seem to have a clue. Then, unfortunately, the young staff member who I bet had not seen too much of the world, said: “I don’t understand Japanese!” That threw the customer into a rage. She demanded the staff member’s name and said she was going to complain. This was later used as an excuse to say that that poor customer abused her. Amelia, for that was the staff member’s name, said she was maltreated and was appealing to the people present as witnesses.

The customer disappeared and later came out with another person, who told her that her book was at the cashier waiting for her, which was beside where Amelia sat. I would have personally left the place long ago, but the customer was obviously very interested in the book and was going to buy it. While she was waiting, Amelia spoke in French with the other staff member asking about the book, and was told that it was ordered in the morning by phone, which should be Amelia’s business, because she sat under the sign “reservation”. She said in French that she was not told. Well, I witnessed that she did not use the computer that was in front of her. It was very unsettling that if Amelia could speak French, why would “Mandeville”, correctly pronounced, be a problem for her?

Poor customer, can you imagine if she can understand French also? I hope she did not. If not, she would have been thinking what I was thinking, which is very disheartening, especially when it happens in a bookshop, an intellectually stimulating place.

I bet it is only one of the incidents that occurred there, since some time before that I saw one early morning a malicious sign on their glass door calling them a name that means a person who holds, according to Webster, “a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race”, and warning the unscrupulous customers to be more scrupulous. I am afraid I was persuaded after being a direct witness, and have not set foot there again.

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