When Supporting a Black Owned Business Goes Wrong
Ok, hear me out.
I have never been in a fight but as a black woman, what I know for sure is that anytime another black woman swiftly stands up and pulls her hair up in a bun, sh** is about to hit the fan. See, verbal cues are important and with this action, Sis is either issuing a threat or a warning and in the encounter that I am about to share with you, baaaabbby I was ready to throw bows.
I never imagined that I would go viral over a client hairdresser dispute. Yet, there I was in a recording on the salon’s instagram page wielding a photo stand and shouting expletives at two hairdressers who were holding me hostage. What has stung the most about this negrodian experience is that I went out of my way to support a small black owned business in an underserved community. While some would question why I haven’t placed limits on where I frequent and patronize for my own sanity and safety, I would respond by saying I have never not once felt unsafe among black women no matter the neighborhood or street corner. (emphasis on theperiod)
Despite all of my education and the career I have built, I was not about to allow myself to fall victim to the idea that I was above anyone. What I got in return for this well intentioned deed resulted in being escorted out of the salon by an Irvington PD officer: traumatized, sad…
