See something. Say something. Then shut your pie hole.

I’m steamed. It’s 2 am in Mexico. I just did tequila shots with Chef Josie and Michelle Balan and danced on the beach to Sylvester’s “Mighty Real” on a warm night after a fun gig but thinking back to earlier events tonight makes me want to slap a ignorant bitch and her partner.  Here’s how it went down. After my show I was to do a ‘meet and greet’ with the audience and sell my merchandise. But I haven’t made any cds lately so I brought merchandise to give away, silly stuff, herbal tea bags and boxes of corn flakes that we get free at breakfast here in Club Med.  They look good with autographs.

Necessary boring logistics to feel my rage: I have been here in Ixtapa two nights so far- only two and it’s been great except for the two stupid brown-phobic she devil squares I endured tonight at the meet and greet.  I flew here from SF on a 6am flight.  When you fly at 6 am you head to the airport at 3am  so that’s one night without sleep. I have had to catch up on sleep during flights and what I do is listen to white noise on headphones and because I’m cold  I wear a hoodie up. And I wear sleep shades. Finally my hands get cold so I wear a pair of knit gloves on the plane. And I’m Latina with that brown skin that seals the deal for  white fuck vigilante from stupidville.

So tonight. I finish my show I report  to my ‘meet and greet table’ sign a bunch of tea bags, all goes well until these last two wackos show up with a question no comic ever wants to hear. “Are you looking for material?” They weren’t even looking at my tea and corn flakes. Ok fine. Tell me I say.  First they pepper me with questions as they smile proudly.”Did you fly here from LA? ” they ask. Yeah I say getting bored already- I changed planes in LA. Do you want an autograph or what I wonder? They press on “Where you sleepy and did you sit in the aisle. Did you wear gloves? We sat two rows behind you. We thought you were a terrorist.” I managed to keep my meet and greet smile on my face through all this but then they really pushed it. “We reported you. We told the flight attendant ‘keep an eye on her'” This, after a show where I spent ten minutes on racial profiling. They claimed this act of racial profiling to me without any shame. WTF did they want from me, not an autograph it seemed.

“We saw you go into your suitcase and get something.” she said” I saw the gloves. And I thought about the undewear bomber so….” She giggled. “And then we saw you on stage tonight and I asked my partner. Is that her? Hee Hee. But we did, we told the flight attendant.” Word for word my friends.

What twisted her granny panties on the plane was- once we reached cruising altitude  and we were allowed to get up- I got my gloves out of my overhead bag, put my sleeping gear on and slept for 3 hours till we landed in Mexico. And she sat there two rows behind me on her screwed up sphincter pushing her call button like Gladys Kravitz. ( a reference to Bewitched- only old people get that one)

I sleep on planes and that’s how I do it. She and her partner may not be the first white folks to  think I’m suspicous and accuse me of shit. Well who knows how many times it’s been done to me on flights and to other travellers who look “foreign. ” But that the two of these ‘ladies’ had the audacity to approach me about this after my performance, when everything should be lovely, and not in a confessional tone, not as an apology, but as a proclamation of their clueless nasty narrow minded glee – makes me reconsider “meet and greets.” And this makes me sadly acknowledge not everybody lesbian is my friend. Like these two who judged me on my skin color and “napping garb” on a plane. I have shit in common with them.  I hope they find this blog someday and know how I fucking hated being cordial with them. I wanted to pelt them with my corn flakes boxes. I only held back because I don’t fight at my gigs. But if you two finger pointing finger bangers ever read this I want you to know- that you were terrorists of  my night. You like judging people by appearance – you look like apple head dolls. That’s not a judgement but you look like apple head dolls. And when I told you tonight that your story was “kinda weird” what I meant was both of you FUCK OFF!

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15 responses to “See something. Say something. Then shut your pie hole.

  1. What a couple of dipshits! I’m sorry they made you feel uncomfortable! I feel that way whenever I fly Southwest & the Texas oil countessess are bumpin elbows with me they always try to dog me! At least you got some material, I wonder what they looked like?

  2. How frigging ignorant! They’re in Mexico for fucks sake! Brown people EVERYWHERE! I’m sorry you had to deal with that. It’s amazing you were able to stay cool.

  3. fuck shit and damn! wish i was there I WOULD have gladly caused a stink!

    • Thanks but again I want no STINKS where I eat. It’s an old show biz expression.
      I’ve got a nice little blog to do my venting. And a nightclub act where I can ridicule these knuckleheads good. They did give me a few minutes of material -all at their expense.

  4. Aight Marga, I respect this, but this kinda falls under “passive-aggressive notes” — maybe you should have said, “so what would have made you NOT label me as a terrorist?” and opened a dialogue with them.

    • Well Funky Butt,
      There are a few things I should have said. But opening a dialogue with them was not my job. I would have wanted to tell them outright how their action was nonsensical and bigoted but A) I wasn’t going to cause a stink at gig I’m hired to entertain at unless I’m heckled. B) I was in actual shock by how inappropriate they were to think they could laugh with me about it. My guard was down.
      Funky Butt, if you have experienced racism directly in your life you know that you get to respond however you need to. Fortunately I let them leave my presence intact. Maybe someday it will dawn on them and they will begin to look at people with clarity and not racial bias.

    • FYI= to anyone reading this. This original comment was sent by Funky Butt who’s handle just changed to T. I was replying to the original name of the commenter not name calling.

  5. So sorry to hear about this…some people can be so arrogant and ignorant…thank goodness they aren’t breeders! I can only hope that someday they will experience some sort of prejudice and the light will go on!
    Thanks for keeping it real Marga, we need you!

  6. This is outrageous . . . but not surprising. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I appreciate that you wrote about it. I’m a person of palor. A few months ago I flew from Miami to JFK with an African American friend and went crazy when I saw how she was treated. It’s a matter of course somehow. I think our country is regressing into the most f-ed up place in my lifetime and I’m old enough to catch the Bewitched reference. You hang in there. Ilove your work and that you tell it like it is.

  7. For crying out loud! I highly doubt I would have been able to keep my composure like you did!
    Were they blond?? Oh,,, wait—profiling, sorry!
    It would be nice if they did read this blog— but have a feeling they wouldn’t get it.

    • Yeah I should have asked their names and taken a picture with them. I really wish I had gotten a picture with them to laugh at with my pals. But that would be so juvenile and unevolved. And I didn’t have my camera.

  8. Ai dios mio.

    I am glad you shared. It is important to make conscious what many people are unconscious about: that because we don’t have positive Latinos/Latinas on TV, and have lots of negative imagery, that the first impulse is for people to profile.

    Sorry for this but very happy you blogged. It’s important for others to hear.

    Abrazos, Lani

    • Hi Lani,

      I don’t know if they profiled me as Latina or just foreign. So TV can’t really help here. There’s just a lot of people who live their lives in a bubble. And it’s too bad for us when they decide to travel.

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