From PublicAddress.net
I've discussed the phenomenon of racist taxi drivers before, but it never fails to surprise me when middle-aged men decide it's okay to share their vitriol with me. I know I'm ostensibly white, and if my infinitesimal Ngati Whatua heritage doesn't stop me from burning in the Auckland sun, I guess it doesn't warn off taxi drivers either.
Not that white people shouldn't be offended by racism, but I'm sure our differently-pigmented brothers and sisters don't have to act the confidante to some "White is Right" wannabe. (And yes, I realise that they probably put up with active, rather than passive racism…)
So I was in a cab (*cough* Corporate *cough*) the other day, listening to the driver recounting a story about an accident he'd been in. "Did the bus stop after it clipped you?" I enquired sympathetically. "No, but I caught up with him and told him he was a Black C***."
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