My First Racist Experience

I am in beautiful Los Angeles, partly as a graduation trip for moi and partly to bring in the new year in style in one of my favorite cities. Along with me is my mother and two of my best friends, Shay and Ashley.

Anyway, this is my second time in this city, so I assumed that things would be marvelous, how could they not? There’s feisty me, bubbly pr-in-training Shay, and model Ashley (Kennedy Deshawn). Because Shay is so into pr and mingling and just all around good schmoozing, she was in charge of the events, finding out about the hot parties, getting us on lists and chatting up people for invites. About a week before we came, a cute guy on facebook contacted Shay from some party group that she is in and they set it up so that the three of us could be on a list for a hot club in L.A. called Les Deux (the people from the Hills frequent there, so I figured I wanted to be in attendance!). Fine.

We get dolled up (cute leopard print gray and black dress with my ta-tas up to HERE for me, sparkly tank and skinny jeans for Ashley, and leather leggings with a halter for Shay), make it to the club and call the guy who invited us so that he can come outside and escort us in. Check…he comes out, tells the bouncer Jeff to let us in, then he goes back inside. We wait for Jeff to stop talking with the giggly Brazilian chicks next to us (dressed in sneakers and lame clothes, mind you) and let us in…waiting…they get in. He starts chatting up the White girls next to us, even though we said that we had talked to our connect and that he had told Jeff to let us in…brush off….wait….We talk to Jeff again, he says just wait, he’ll get to us (we were there before the other random groups who were walking up)…wait…we watch as a group of white girls with a black friend who had her face powdered 3 shades lighter than her natural hue and beyond recognition were allowed in…another group with a token black girl gets in….no black people by themselves have gotten in….we’re still waiting…call back our connect, waiting on him to come back out….meanwhile, meet 3 white girls from Chicago also, chat with them, decide to all try to get in as a group of 6. Jeff talks to THEM, says the group can come in…we wait by the line over to get in…wait….Shay goes to see what is going on since we were said to all be able to go in (the six of us)…suddenly, the three white girls are allowed in with a shrug to us and we are made to stay outside still.

From that nite..we looked cute! why the hate?

wait, what? needless to say, we never made it in, and neither did but 3 or 4 other black people who were powdered almost white or hanging with all white groups the whole hour and a half we were out. Mind you, I graduated from a school in the south and have traveled all over the world and it took until going to “diverse” Los Angeles at a club of all places to get my first taste of racism. Asian girls dressed in slumpy sweaters that i wouldn’t wear to the library were gushed over and flirted with as well as were white girls of all looks while we were ignored or spoken to harshly or worst, brushed off.

Thanks Jeff and Les Deux, ya assholes.

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