One of the managers in the office was rather a low-key person, pretty easy to be stressed up. But one day he, a Chinese guy, actually got the chance to get out of his room, and walked in front of me to and fro. I suspect he was a bit tense, then he asked me a question:
‘Afni, what do you think about Ms P?’
For your information, Ms P was a rep from a foreigin consultancy company who has been to our office a few times pitching for business partnership. Well, a strange business model I supposed, and didn’t really make sense to us. I joined one of the many meetings, and developed some sort of inklings or first impressions about her and the team she was bringing.
So my skeptical, uncontrolled mouth answered the question:
‘I don’t know, I don’t like (the company name) people anyway.’
Well, of course my boss won’t ask for further justification. We girls have this illogical, but most of the times, correct first thought about things. Or so I think.
‘Why? Why are you asking?’
‘She is very pushy about the partnership. Pretty annoying you know…bla..bla. Anyway, what is she?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Her surname is peculiar. She’s not British for sure?’
‘She’s a Jew.’
I admit I am a bit of a stalker. Her profile was in Linkedin and I checked her background and it was there – she graduated from a university in Israel then pursued a prestigious MBA course somewhere else. What’s the chance that she’s not a Jew?
But the response of my colleague was the funny bit.
‘Ah, really? No wonder. No wonder she’s like that.’‘
Then he continues babbling about how the Zionists treated the Palestinians and all the lopsided peace treaties and agreements and related it to the attitude of the person we were discussing about. And this lasted for a good five minutes.
I reckon everyone is just racist at some point.