I
have a confession.
It
isn’t often that I dress up. In actuality, I dress down far too often for a
woman of twenty-five…and especially for a single black woman at that.
I
also don’t care.
My
friend once asked me why I don’t dress up and I responded by saying “what for?”
I’m sure you guys could give me a thousand reasons why I should dress up, or
why you can’t leave the house yourself looking anything less than stunning, but
for me unless there’s a special occasion attached to it…or I feel like it, it’s
probably not going to happen.
As
you know, I spent over a year without any means of being able to buy nice
things so I learnt how to simply get by on what I had. Thus, as I mentioned in
my last entry, any shopping I’ve done recently has been more practical than pizzazz.
The same goes for my hair. It’s never immaculate unless someone else has done
it for me and overall I’m not a particularly feminine woman anyway if I’m
honest. I used to be obsessed with jeans in my youth. Now I’m quite comfortable
in a pair of tracksuit bottoms.
But
we all know that the way you dress and, even clothes aside, the way you look
can make people paint a complete picture of you without even knowing you. If
you’re having a particularly bad day and you put your face in such a way, you
must be dangerous. If you wear a cap low, you must have something to hide.
Because as humans, we are full of prejudices and in a way, because of what’s
happening in the world, the world in itself has shaped us to be so.
Take
yesterday for example. It was wet in the morning so I donned my purple hoody,
my coat, my snood and a pair of trainers – I would have warn my boots but I was
worried the weather would change…which is did. So after work when the sun came
out, I was still in my winter garb – British weather is so very unpredictable
right now. Nonetheless, I was so tired on the way home (I start work at 6am)
that I virtually plonked myself into the seat on an empty tube carriage and
felt the weight of the day – heck, the week - accumulate on my person. The
train proceeded to fill up, but even though I was half asleep, I started
picking up on the fact that no one seemed to want to sit in either one of the
seats beside me; in fact the seats beside me remained empty until I was ready
to get off the train.
Usually
when I get on a train that’s slightly packed, I will pick a seat that’s closest
to me and sit there. So picture this. Excluding the two seats beside me, the
row of seats on my side of the train, contain other people. On the row of seats
opposite, there are two spaces available also with a person in between them,
but a little bit to the left. A lady gets on to the right of me and decided
that rather than sit next to me, she would trek along the train carriage,
passed my two empty spaces and sit on one of the available seats on the opposite
side as far away from me as possible. At the next station, a second woman
claims the only other available seat contrary to the two seats still available
next to me. Now, I know this is a pretty lame example and you’re all thinking I’m
paranoid, but it really made me wonder – in my half asleep state – if I looked
like some sort of vagabond or something.
Another
example happened today. The weather was once again unstable so I donned another
hoody, my coat, my snood and my trainers. I wrapped my hair in a hair wrap of
sorts and went into Body Shop to buy some stuff for a good friend of mine. One
of the workers greeted me and I asked her - rather politely I might add – if they
sold any toiletry sets which contained perfume. So what did the woman do? She led
me over to a section and showed me the cheapest item they sold. It was £7. I
asked her if they had anything else and to add insult to injury she said this
was the only thing they had and then quickly went away. Had I not perused the
store myself, I probably would have walked out with nothing. But when I did
walk out - after spending £20 - I couldn’t help but think that I had probably
just been judged.
But
we all do it, don’t we? We all look at people and the way they dress and
immediately decide that they must be this sort of person and therefore, they
should be avoided at all costs. A guy I used to know said that he used to be a
bit of a Goth, but jacked it in because he got sick of people staring at him
like he was Death incarnate. When I was at work the other day, a man came to
the counter looking a bit rough and haggard, but he spoke the most articulate
English I have ever heard and even cracked a joke with me leaving my prejudice
hanging out to dry. And what about the girls we see walking about the streets
with their boobs falling out of their tops or their skirts at the waist? We
immediately equate that to attention-seeking; others will call them flat-out whores,
but I know a girl who actually dresses just like that and she’s one of the
nicest people I know.
We are
so used to judging people based on what we feel is bad or wrong. A friend of
mine does it because he feels that this is a way of protecting himself. And he’s
not wrong to want to protect himself; we all wish to protect ourselves – and the
people we care about - because there are people out there that do take advantage of others. There are
people out there that do fit the
equation, so to speak. And so we snap up our barriers and cross the road, or
pretend we can’t hear or can’t see just in case. But in our conquest to protect
ourselves and our nearest and dearest, are we actually in the wrong when we
prejudge and make associations between certain people and certain things? Is it
right to assume that all homeless people are drug addicts and alcoholics? Is it
right to assume that all scantily clad women are skanks?
But
what about the people that we don’t see? The people that seem relatively normal.
The people that we might even consider attractive, when in actuality, they’re a
little bit dangerous.
In
my previous job, a lady walked in off the high street. She was well-dressed and
very cheerful which made a change from the usual trouble-makers and
time-wasters that would walk in. She sat down at my desk and expressed an interest in
doing the Teaching Assistant course we had going, only after a while, she
started telling me her life story which included very extravagant details about
all the places she’d visited and some intimate details about her and her
husband. She waffled on and on and ON for about thirty to forty-five minutes of
my life and she was so engrossed in her own story that she didn’t even see me
switch the forms right from underneath her. I knew she wasn’t mentally sound even
when my supervisor “told me” that there was an “urgent call” for me. She waited
and waited until I was “done” and then lapsed into more Tales of the Crypt
before finally leaving.
She
also came back about ten minutes later…
Ever
heard of a corporate psychopath?
These
are the kind of people that more often than not, work in business. They’re
quite charismatic, intelligent and charming, but will climb on your back or
shove a knife in it to further their own goals. The corporate world is full of
them and for the most part, a lot of them don’t get caught because people don’t
make the associations between businessman/woman and psychopath. What’s more,
they’re also, very good at talking themselves out of trouble even if they are
identified. Nonetheless, they are very real, very competent and very crafty.
They’re the kind of people that would embezzle millions into an offshore
account in Sweden or something and pin the blame on that poor unsuspecting
lacky who’s been working for the company for decades. I actually find them
fascinating from a psychological perspective, but I’d never want to cross one
because even though I like to think I’m sharp, I don’t think I could make the
association either.
It may seem a little backward nonetheless, but I think we should all
consider that not everything we perceive to be bad is actually so..and I don’t
mean in the street-slang way of saying either. What I’m saying is that we
should consider that not every person who’s mentally unsound is a danger to
others. Not every stripper is a prostitute. And I promise you. Not every
businessman/woman is out to get you.
But
as morbid as it is to say…sometimes they are. So it’s for you to make the choice.
Is everyone who doesn’t fit your definition of ordinary, a danger to you. Or
are we all innocent until proven guilty?
One
thing is certain however. From now on and probably until the end of time, we
will all be guilty of prejudice.
