Disclosure: For observation purposes only.
I have written about cultural differences before. I did it so interesting there there is any in my bubble of life.
Manly, the differences between whites and Hispanic and blacks.
And I’m certain about women cultural differences, as I’ve only had experiences with men.
Mostly, I’m impressed how family-oriented the majority of Hispanics and blacks are.
I really wish whites were more family oriented. But most get married and nice far away from their families, and so on.
Being married to a Hispanic I have tried to raise my family with the motto, ”Family First” as it’s something I admire about other cultures, as a whole. I’m pretty sure people from India also live by this motto.
I confess, this was something that was on my mind prior to saying ”I DO”
to my husband. I really wanted to marry into a large close-knit family.
Year’s later I found out that hubby’s siblings were not thrilled with his choice to marry out of his race. I’m still very sad about this. I found out through friend of his family.
Due to this, my family has not really been included in all the family activities throughout the years.
Getting back to differences, for the most case.
Yesterday my teen daughter went with a friend to an amusement park.
She came home and shared the story below.
While waiting in line for a roller coaster.
(THE sign said that there was a hour and twenty-minute wait)
Naturally, people would be losing their patience during such a long period.
Apparently, a black mom with young ones was trying to cut a white lady and her husband in line.
The white lady got upset and told the black lady to go back to prison where her kind belong.
Then violence broke out and the black lady punched the white lady. Then the white lady started to share colorful language and pull the black ladies hair out. Surroundung black men were trying to bring peace to the situation.
The black ladies kids started cheering their mom on.
The white ladies husband tried to break it up but also got hit, so then joined in.
Surrounding onlookers decided to then get involved.
Then the park security got involved.
No one could get in-between the two women as they continued to argue and fight.
Then my daughters friends father who was standing off to the side held up his phone on video mode and yelled to them that they were now on Facebook LIVE.
That made them stop immediately!
I guess no one wants the world to see them at their worst.
Moving onto today, at Sams Club.
I was cashing out with my teenage son.
He had his arms folded as he walked along side of me.
I was pushing the cart like I always do.
When we arrived at the door where the employee checks your sales slip, the man (Black man, maybe in his 30’s.) scolded my son for not pushing the cart for his mother.
AND, for walking with his hands folded.
Then he told me I should not have to be pushing my cart.
I smiled and told him that it was fine, and we left.
THAT has happened to me several times through out the years. It’s nothing new.
But worthy of nothing, it’s never a white man!
It is always a black man.
Last year a black man in the parking lot of another store saw me putting my groceries into the trunk and ran over to where I was, insisting to help.
I told him that it was fine, that my husband was in the car.
And then he asked me why my husband was not helping his lady out.
Honestly, I didn’t mind. But the reason I didn’t mind was because I’m use to doing everything myself. I think.
I suppose I would mind, had I been use to having help.
But whose to say.
Some years back I had another back man ask if I needed help reaching for some cookies. I was on the cookie isle trying to decide what to buy, while looking upwards, and was immediately approaced and asked if I needed help reaching.
He was not a worker, because I asked him. Just a friendly stranger.
Another time I was at a shoe shire and on the same isle as a black couple. They looked around my age.
The women kept apologizing to her man for taking so long in the store.
The nan we r up and beyond the call of duty and assured get her that he had no where else her rather be then by his Queens side. And to take all the rime she needed. Then, asked her how many pairs she wanted, because she was with it. 😱
I know it’s not good to envy, but I was like… What? Where did this man cone from?!
Minutes later, his mother who was sitting down on a bench walked over to him and asked if he would take her home, that she was tired.
He immediately told her that he would, and told the wife that he be back in a while.
The way he continued to talk to his mother impressed me so much. So respectful!
As I watched them go toward the front door, he took his moms bags and even her pocketbook. Of course he also, with hands full, opened the for for her.
So you see, there is a HUGE cultural difference. Huge!
Do I wish that there was not. Sure!
I’d love to be educated on some female differences if anyone has any stories/thoughts to share. 🙂