Just got back from another Obama planning meeting for my district. Sadly,
somebody mistook me for one of the OTHER Indian guys who volunteers on the
campaign. Not the first time that’s happened in my life, so I took pity on
the guy. If I had been in a bad mood I would asked if “All us Indian guys look
the same to you?” There’s
nothing more demeaning than being mistaken for someone else simply for being
of the same "race." Of course we are not similar in how we dress, how tall
we are, our facial hair (duh, sideburns), hair, speaking voice, etc. Good thing
I wasn’t in a freakin’ police line-up.
I just watched Girl 27, a documentary about Patricia Douglas, a girl who was
raped at a party in 1937 for a bunch scummy MGM sales dudes. Not only does
it make you feel bad for being a guy, but it also highlighted the deep and
pervasive level of corruption by MGM in Los Angeles at that time to use their
power to cover it up. Not only did this effect her life, but the lives of those
in her family behind her. I’m glad the story has been told, because Patricia
deserves to be applauded for standing up against the system during a time in
which nobody would do that.
