I feel uncomfortable with you here.

Terrie
East Palo Alto, CA

Soon after moving to an exciting silicon valley in the first years of the internet boom, it felt like anything was possible in this new world. I was invited by a friend to a party given by a start-up founder, held at his home. We arrived separately from my friend and settled in with my 6 month old. After sitting and chatting for a while, I fixed a plate and sat down to eat. It was then that the hostess came to my side and told me, “I don’t feel comfortable with you in my house.” I was the only African American present, other than my infant. I looked around me as everyone else, people I had been chatting with a moment before, averted their gazes. My embarrassment mounted as I gathered my things, my baby, and my husband and left. My friend apologized, but I just couldn’t face her again after this experience, and that was the end of our budding friendship. I didn’t feel the same about the ‘wild, free’ tech industry after that. I wish that even one person had stood up for me.

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  • Phyllis

    Terrie, this is painful beyond words. I’ve posted a link to your story on my FB page and asked my readers to respond. I’m hoping we come back to you with something healing. You can follow the discussion on Facebook, on the Longing: Stories of Racial Healing page.

    Thank you for your courage to share this story.
    Phyllis

  • http://www.twitter.com/coreyOLLU Corey Davis

    “I wish that even one person had stood up for me.” Wow, not even 1 person…

  • http://www.twitter.com/coreyOLLU Corey Davis

    Terrie, I wasn’t planning on filling out a race card. Reading them was enough for me. The more I thought about your card, the more I felt I needed to say something, if nothing else to remind myself that “All it takes is one person.”

 

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