Once I was in a dimly lit room at a hospital where I worked,
at my patients' bedside I was presented with a hostile, sneering, face. Not all-together unusual depending on the day but after a few comments about not paying taxes and what a great job I was GIVEN. I knew what he meant. The light change and he realized I wasn't a native woman, it was me his white nurse. He looked embarrassed I won't go so far as to say ashamed. I had to ignore the feeling in my chest, that heavy feeling that fear creates. I've never felt such hatred. It permeated from him, it weakened me, but I carried on like it didn't happen with a fake smile, giving him the respect he hadn't earned. Imagine feeling that much hatred everyday. I felt it for a minute and I can't forget it. That minute changed me.
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