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Overplaying the race card
Let me preface this anecdote by saying that I believe racism in America does exist. I’m not trying to suggest that it does not. It definitely does, and it comes from all walks of life. Even people who I would not categorize as a “racist” has said racist things at some point or another, either on purpose or inadvertently.
That having been said, I get annoyed when people overplay the race card. Tonight, while doing some upper-deck tshirt distribution, a lady stood up and got right up in my face. She informed me that earlier that evening, a pretty blond girl asked for a tshirt and the guy just gave her one. And she also informed me that she is a black woman and is every bit as deserving as the other girl. I replied that I have two tshirts in my hands, and I’ll throw both of them into the crowd after the chant, into general areas that I think were loud — specifically at kids, if possible. She said that wasn’t acceptable, as the other girl just asked for the shirt and got one. Not only that, she said that if I didn’t comply, she would inform the local news stations and John Wiley Price (a Dallas city councilman, who she said was her husband’s friend’s cousin, or something) of the racism at the games.
I had a few keychains, and gave her one. She wasn’t satisfied — she wanted a shirt. And she wouldn’t back down out of my grill. I’d like to note that it is difficult to thrust forward and into the air a sign that says “MAVS” on it while there is a person inches from your face.
I really and truly don’t give shirts to people because I like the way they look better than someone else. I try to give them to kids, and otherwise, I aim for a general crowd area. I’m fairly insulted that someone would think I have some sort of racial motivation. People of every color have been stiffed on the tshirt front — when there’s 20,000 people in the arena and we give out 20 shirts, people of every color are going to not get a shirt.
I’m still amazed at the things people will do or say for a tshirt. It never ceases to amuse and entertain me.
Fri November 18th, 2005 12:10 am
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Some people are just jerks.
tell her to go the gym and you’ll give her a shirt if you see some progress in a few weeks.
You make some interesting points. I would hope you weren’t just going to give me a T-shirt because I am a redhead.
Zach: true, tre
Eric: haha, good call
Heather: redheads automatically get shirts upon entrance to the arena, state law
You shoulda told her that the reason she didn’t get one wasn’t cause she was black but because she was fat and that the shirts were all too small for her. Hey if I go to a game can work my section?? I wanna see ya in action!!
Haha… that would have been mean. And she wasn’t fat. She was older, about 50, and skinny. I’m sure the woman has faced a lot of racism in her life, but that wasn’t an instance of it.
And probably — as a rookie, I work the upper deck for at least a half almost every game. I’ll try to make sure I hit your section — just tell me where you’re sitting. (We only “work” the upper deck — the lower deck gets a few tshirts when we use the slingshot and aim high, but the upper deck gets more. Perk of having not as good seats.)
so did you give her the shirt or not?
nope. I gave her a keychain instead, we had free compass keychains that night. she didn’t want it, but what can you do?