I know it's out there. I've heard how it has affected other people, but honestly I have never had to deal with it. Usually people here are either cool about skin color or they don't say a damn thing where I live and my mom has sheltered me from a lot of shit. I have never had to deal with racism. I am a black, Native American, Hebrew woman. Those are the three dominate traits I take after. I am proud of who I am and the very blood that runs through my veins. It speaks of strength and stubbornness and pride and a soft heart. When I started working at a place that had predominately white supervisors it didn't bother me. It was actually my first job like that. It didn't until I saw between the lines. With in a short period of time I found out about a lawsuit against them because of a racist Halloween prank. This woman got 90 grand out of them because of this. They then turned around and did another racist thing and she's suing them again. Why? Because they pulled another out of the ass racist thing. So why should I have been any different? Back in October I screwed up my back. I tried to come to work as often as possible, but it wasn't possible to be there all the time. Especially when it got worst and worst. Well, they terminated me. Here in Florida, employers have the no fault law. Lucky bastards, huh? Paper work would appear normal and all that shit and to make it more realistic they threw in a token white woman and apparently terminated her as well. Well, my mom still works there as the only black supervisor. I say this because it's important to get an idea of this place. Mostly men and only three women in a high up position and one of the women happen to be black. Such a lovely thing to do. I thought my mom was joking when she called herself "the token negro". Of course, she said it a bit more vulgar, but I don't use that word except around immediate family sometimes. As I said, my mom still works there and the other lady has a daughter that works there. The other lady and I are cool. She's fucking awesome and I love her to death. So, of course, we keep up with each other the best way we know how. Well apparently, she'll be coming back on Thursday. Now what the hell is up with that? Why does she get to come back and not me? Not to sound prideful or anything, but my work was better. I was only out because of my back or because I was sick. So what did she do that I couldn't? Was it performance? Nope. Apparently most of her work wasn't being done right and mine was. Where the hell did I go wrong? The only explanation is that I am black and she is white. If they continue to try and fight my unemployment I WILL check to see how much of a case I have against them and I will sue them for much more then some measly unemployment money. I'll try to squeeze them for as much money as possible, but the sad thing is. I'll be one of many squeezing them for money because these idiots are stupid. In fact, I want them to keep fighting my unemployment cause I'll be fucking rich when I get through with them and they will shut down and those people who are with out a job will get a piece of the cake I'll be shoving down. It's sad when NO ONE likes a place. I remember working there and listening to people joke about watching the place go up in flames. Looks like they'll get their wish come true.