First,
let me start off by saying I am Bengali American. People usually assume I am Indian but my dad is from Bangladesh, my mom is from England, and I was born and raised
in America. We are Muslim although my father is the only religious one in my
family. Today we took what we thought would be a nice trip to Bogan Park
Aquatic Center in Buford, GA. My aunt and her two children are visiting us from
England where the weather sucks pretty much year-round. Needless to say, they
don't do much swimming normally. When I told my cousins we were going to a
water park they were practically jumping for joy.
An
hour in, a pool attendant walked up to my aunt with a South-Asian child who was
lost. The attendant asked my aunt if the child was hers which I think was
inappropriate to begin with. I mean if a white child was lost would you walk up
to every white looking family and ask if they were their child? Not to mention
the child could be adopted or mixed. Anyways my aunt replied, “No sorry.” Then
the attendant asked my aunt, “Well could you take him and help him find his
family?” My aunt didn’t even know what to say. “But he’s not with me…” she
said. Then the attendant asked, “Well that family over there doesn’t seem to
speak English well, could you at least take him over to them and see if he is
theirs?” At least? The family she was referring to was speaking in Hindi, which
doesn’t mean they can’t speak English, maybe they just preferred to speak in
their native tongue. My family speaks Bengali; we aren’t even from the same
country. Suddenly all brown people speak the same language and are responsible
for each other’s children? It’s like asking an American if they can help
translate for an Italian family. I was in shook that this even happened but I
pointedly interjected saying, “They speak a different language from us and it
is your job to find this child’s parents not ours.” The attendant looked
annoyed and shook her head at me and then went to do the job that was hers to
do in the first place.
Every
hour, this aquatic center had a ridiculous 15 minute drill where everyone had
to get out of the water. All the kids get restless in this time and aren’t even
allowed to dip their feet in the water. So, I took my cousins and my sister
over to the pool on the other side which was deeper. I just let them dip their
feet into the pool on the stairs. I was the only one completely in the pool. We
were in there for maybe two minutes before a lady (who did NOT work there and
was NOT swimming) said, “You have to be over 18 to swim in this pool.” A pool attendant
came over and said the same thing. I said okay and told my cousins they needed
to get out. Then I told my sister, who is hard of hearing and didn’t understand
what was going on. I had to lean into her ear and shout for her to hear me.
Obviously I did this in the water and was going to head out right after. The attendant
walked away but the woman said very rudely, “Do you not understand English? You
have to be 18 to swim in this pool. If my kids can’t swim here, then you can’t
either.” I have never had anyone so ignorant talk to me in this way. I turned
around and said, “Listen lady, I have been born and raised in the U.S. and I
understand. We are getting out. Mind your own damn business!” The woman was
shocked into silence momentarily at my amazing ability to “speak English” and
that was just enough time for me to herd my cousins and sister back to the main
pool.
I
don’t think I have ever dealt with racism so directly and first-hand before. I
know it exists everywhere but sometimes I am optimistic enough to forget. But
racism is STILL A PROBLEM, even in America. What should have been a nice day at
the pool turned into a nightmare that still makes me mad thinking about. But I know being mad won't get me anywhere. I honestly feel sorry for some of these ignorant people. Stereotyping and race profiling limits you from really seeing the beauty of culture. I just hope one day they will wake up and educate themselves. I will not be going
back to this aquatic center EVER.
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