So the other day my friend, who happens to be black, sent me a text: could I please call this number and book a table for six people for the following evening. Her dad had tried and was told it was fully booked. He suspected racism.
Well, I thought , or rather hoped, it's the holiday season, tourists everywhere, chances are, the place is fully booked.
But I was wrong. I got a booking no problem.
I even asked twice: are you sure, you have a table for six people tomorrow evening? The friendly lady said, yes, that's confirmed. She took my name and number and that was that.
Needless to elaborate on my feelings of outrage, frustration, dismay and the whole scale in between.
I was gutted.
My friend thought about not going (rather not give them her money on top of the insult that is) - but at the end of the day, what would that achieve?
We had talked before about claiming white spaces as a means to fight racism, but should people really have to spend their friend- and family-time in a racist environment, being stared at and whispered about at the very least, and possibly openly insulted?
But then again, I suppose this is the every day reality of black people in predominantly white spaces - so what difference does it make if its just another day in white suburbia, or rather Camps bay in that case?
They did go.
And were told at reception: Sorry, we don't have a booking under that name.
WHAT???
My phone rang, as I was bathing my kids. My friend only says: "Apparently you did not book..." and hands over the phone to a flustered receptionist, who clearly did not expect those black people she was about to send away to have a white back up at the other end of that phone.
http://www.thedailyvox.co.za/what-h...-reservations-at-a-post-cape-town-restaurant/
http://gunnagirls.blogspot.com/
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