idling with intent
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idling with intent #40: all that power
Some, drunk of privilege and free alcohol, exercised their power over those skulking in the shadows. When a drink spilt, a woman emerged on her hands and knees ready to mop up the liquid. Bartenders were ordered around unnecessarily. I witnessed an individual tell a bartender older than him to fetch four beers despite the bartender's insistence that they would be warm. When he did, in fact, get them, the individual touched the beers, dismissed them as too warm and walked away, leaving the bartender both flabbergasted and irate.
idling with intent #35
A brown male I was hanging out with this previous Wednesday uttered the N-word while talking about his POC (person of colour) friend, who happens to be from a country in Africa.
Though it was said in jest, and he prefixed it with the possessive “my” - it took me by surprise.
In a country that’s so steeped in postcolonialism values where we still believe in the “white is right” mentality, it should come as no surprise that brown people (who were once colonisers of darker-skinned, mainly African people) are racist.
Idling with intent #37: looming
Interacting with most of my old classmates appeared fine at first but quite quickly, I found that the language they were using coupled with their views on Indian society were problematic. Slurs against lower caste and lower class people were generally accepted - their argument was “free speech”. And having lived privileged lives with everything given to them, they had never been forced to face the issue that what they say or do could be controversial.