I have to say, this was something I was a little worried about when I did my 'grand tour' of America. I really wanted to see small town America, but I have to confess I was a little worried about the racism thing. (We're indoctrinated that way in the UK about your country!)
Anway, hooked up with my lover who was in Philly at the time and we went on a car trip around the great lakes (which has a special childhood meaning for me) many nights, lying in bed in Malaysia as a kid, staring at the Disney Encyclopaedia pictures of lake Superior thinking, 'I have to see that place one day'.
We stopped off in this bar in the middle of nowhere in Michigan - Marsha had to make a phone call. She nipped off to the back and I sat at the bar. I was wearing my palestinan scarf and hadn't shaved for days (this was before 9/11).
The scene was really weird, there was this old guy who kept nodding, everyone was staring. The woman behind the bar was brilliant. Asked me what I wanted. - Coca cola was the timid answer (damn..I really wanted a whiskey), she made small talk with me whilst everyone in the bar was staring to put me at my ease. Eventually, Marsha finished her phone call and we hopped into the car.
When I told her what had happened she laughed. She said, 'Do you honestly think you're the first brown person to have stepped into that bar??'
I said, 'yes', I do.
She said, 'You're probably right, but they were curious...not unfriendly'
And....I think she was right.
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