It was a normal Sunday. I wake up the usual time, ate my breakfast, and then get ready for Sunday mass. There was a usual railwork for the Jubilee line, thus I had to reroute my journey to the church. The only different thing that morning was the fact that I had to stop in Waterloo to get to Victoria. Which was totally fine with me, because it was still a normal Sunday.
Took the train and then continued by bus. I got off, made my way to the church as I was already almost late by a minute. Then there was this woman. She was pulling her pink suitcase, perhaps she just got back from somewhere, or perhaps she just got in to London.
She saw me. She stopped. Then, she spat on the ground.
"You see that? You see that?!" she said, while pointing to the ground. Her stare was full of disgust and hatred, I feel.
I looked at her, nothing on my mind. I thought she was just another random passer-by that was kind of.. weird, I should say.
Three steps later, I realised that she spat on the ground because she saw me. Because I have oriental face. Because she was being racist.
I hope I assumed wrong. I really do. But I remembered I caught her looking in my direction in so much detest.
My very first reaction was anger. I was offended and a little bit hurt. Racism is really mean and I would never do that to anyone, because I believe everyone should be treated equally. Be nice to people as how you want to be treated.
I didn't do anything of course, because I realized what her negative action possibly mean after I walked 10 steps away but this incident just stuck on my mind throughout the day...
My naive conscious hoped that the woman spat because she chewed gum and it dropped.
xo,
N
