And This is the Catalyst that Started it All

KC Compton

KC Compton

Aug 25 · 7 min read

Angry white bread

A few days ago I had a great margarita at my favorite Mexican restaurant, where I visited with the wait staff , all members of the family that owns the restaurant. La abuela doesn’t speak English, so explaining to her that no, really, that was all of the queso fundido I was going to eat and no, there was no problem, got a little complex. But with sufficient broken Spanish on my part and her grandson’s help, we got it sorted out — and enjoyed a moment.

A couple of days after that, I met a young woman from Ukraine whose English wasn’t great, but we managed to have an interesting conversation anyway. She told me she wants to start a YouTube channel for immigrants to share their getting-started stories. I told her it was brilliant — and I think it is.

Last week, I had a couple of medical tests; two of the technicians were Latinx, one was Chinese and the other looked as though he might have had a Viking up the family tree. My doctor is Japanese. My physical therapist is from India.

Yesterday in Target, a young mother wearing a hijab was checking out in front of me and taking longer than her adorable toddler daughter thought was necessary. The little girl started fussing and Mom was getting frustrated, so I played peekaboo with her until Mom had completed her transaction. As she was leaving, she mouthed “Thank you!” over her baby’s head.

Today, I went for a mani-pedi and the young technicians were laughing and talking in Vietnamese as they tag-teamed my fingers and toes. The one who spoke the clearest English asked me how long it had been since my last pedicure. I shrugged, rolled my eyes and she wagged her finger at me, scolding, “You come sooner next time…” and we laughed.

In the past couple of months, I have eaten food from at least six nationalities (go, Seattle!) and have had personal interactions with black people, white people, Latinx people, transgender people, Asian people, gay people, Jewish people, Hindu people, Christian people, Muslim people, unaffiliated reprobates like myself, male people, female people and people who have chosen not to pick sides. And probably a number of other categories I’ve forgotten by now because I don’t care. This is just how my life rolls in a diverse city, among a diverse community, with a heart that is richer for all of them.

I recently read a Washington Post article about the shortage of labor in Maine — where the population has now grown sufficiently old that the World Bank terms it “super-aged” — and the crisis they’re dealing with because there are not enough young workers to care for all those old people.

This imbalance is a harbinger of things to come for all U.S. states, the article said, but particularly for those who have fewer immigrants.


People from other countries have long filled the ranks of medical professionals and caregivers in this nation, but with harsher immigration policies and a public sentiment that makes the U.S. less inviting, the immigrant population will, predictably, dwindle. Not having sufficient professionals and workers to care for elderly people will be a social and economic catastrophe in a decade or less (it’s already happening in Maine and another dozen states). One of the recommendations for the future is to “reshape the workforce” and I’d bet my hat, ass and overcoat that will involve … you guessed it! … more immigrants.

I wonder how some of the horrible white people we are seeing on a daily basis these days insisting in the local Starbucks that the people a table away (who weren’t talking to them) SPEAK ENGLISH!!! or castigating the waiter in the MEXICAN restaurant where they were buying tacos (!!!) to GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM (“Unh … it’s my restaurant…”) are eventually going to deal with the fact that their lily white bum gets wiped by a foreigner or it doesn’t get wiped at all. That should be a day of reckoning, for sure.

I understand that some people are convinced — possibly by a 30-year diet of Fox and Rush — that they are the master race and every one not their particular shade of beige and of their particular pedigree should bow down and make way. If that’s the way they want to play it, OK, I guess. You can’t make people not be hateful. But there need to be some guidelines. These wannabe white separatists need to fully understand the dimensions of the narrow little world they’re condemning themselves to.

If I were named Queen for a Day, these are a few of the new rules I would hereby order for all those angry white people:

  1. If you don’t want immigrants to live in the U.S.A. and/or you think brown people of any type are your inferiors, you will be required to wear an indelible stamp across your forehead (not a tattoo, because we want you to have a change of heart) with a big, fat purple B for Bigot. If you are sporting this stamp, you cannot purchase anything brought to this country by an immigrant ever or made by a brown person. Food, clothing, jewelry, electronics … nada (or in English, for you, “nothing”).
  2. If you are wearing your required B-for-Bigot stamp and you become ill, you will not be able to access care by anyone brown or from another country, especially Muslim or shit-hole countries (is “shit-hole” hyphenated or one word? Whatever). You may die, but you’ll have the comfort of dying while being right about race.
  3. You have to give up any food that any immigrant group has ever introduced here. No Mexican food, no Chinese, no Thai hot, no sushi, no Indian buffet, no soul food — no nuthin’ but potatoes and whatever some Native American might be kind enough to cook up for you. They will retain the right to refuse. You cannot eat anything harvested by any immigrant ever. You will starve, but again, you’ll retain your righteousness on the way out.
  4. You will not be able to sell anything to anyone from an immigrant group or with skin darker than copy paper. If you’re a business owner or manufacturer or a tradesperson or … oh hell, anyone … you’ll notice the economic impact quickly because immigrants and brown people are, you know, drivers of our economy.
  5. You must relinquish all access to any music imported from any immigrant group or via brown people. This leaves … unh … gosh … hmmm … still thinking. Even bluegrass or old-time country are out because that came to us courtesy of that pesky Irish/Scot invasion and, even though these were my people and they borrowed heavily on the African traditions already taking root in the South, they were, you know, nasty immigrants. Certainly no blues, jazz, rock & roll, hip-hop, classical (all those Eye-talians, doncha know). Maybe you can listen to some nice Native American flute music, indigenous to this country, but again, you’ll have to rely on the kindness of the original residents of this continent and, frankly, some of them are weary of your bullshit.
  6. You will never be able to enjoy any electronic devices again — iPhones, tablets, laptops, PCs. According to the Census Bureau, despite making up only 16 percent of the resident population holding a bachelor’s degree or higher, immigrants represent 33 percent of engineers, 27 percent of mathematicians, statisticians, and computer scientist, and 24 percent of physical scientists. According to the Partnership for a New American Economy, in 2011, foreign-born inventors contributed to more than 75 percent of patents issued to the top 10 patent-producing universities. Immigrants and brown people have been all up in the development of all of the electronic stuff for a long time, so … sorry. It’s not easy being racist. Buck up.
  7. Alas, no sportsball. Given the preponderance of players of color in basketball, football, tennis and such, no B-for-Bigot can enjoy the sportsball games anymore, either in person or on TV. They’ll have NASCAR … hockey … lacrosse, so that’s something. Bottom line, you don’t get to enjoy the fruits of other people’s labor if you aren’t willing to grant them as much humanity and value as you grant yourself. Very simple, actually.

I could go on and on, but you get the drift. So you go ahead and sit over there in your little whitey-tighty corner, wrapped in gauze and buffered from any encounter with anyone not on your list of approved races, ethnic groups and/or gender expressions. I haven’t seen this list, but I assume you’ve all gotten together and worked it out, right? Because you seem to have such a clear picture of who is and isn’t a human being entitled to the full rights and respect one gives to others, I figured you’ve put your heads together and gotten very clear about who’s in and who’s out. Oh… that reminds me of Rule № 8.

8. You have to spit in a vial and/or swab your cheek and get that DNA sorted out. I know I’m white because I did that and was quite disappointed that the results came back white-white-whitey-white — British Isles all the way, yo. I was raised being told that for sure we had a Native American ancestor (I feel you, Elizabeth Warren) and probably an African American one. So imagine my chagrin to discover I’m “pure.” You, on the other hand, may not know your pedigree and it’s essential that you do. If you’re going to be such a hate-weasel about racial purity, you will need to scientifically verify that you are actually pure. Otherwise we add the orange H for Hypocrisy stamp to your forehead. It’s gonna get crowded up there if you don’t lighten up.

Meanwhile, the rest of us are going to go about our daily lives, enjoying each other’s company, benefitting from mutual relationships, taking pleasure in varieties of flavor and music and accents and skin colors and ages and religions and hair styles and personalities different from our own.

Just being, you know, decent human beings who are grateful for each other’s presence in this delicious world we get to live in together.

K.C. Compton is a journalist living in Seattle. She has worked as a columnist, reporter and editor at newspapers throughout the Rocky Mountain region and is a former editor with Mother Earth News. Pronouns=she/her


Author: ajeanneinthekitchen

I have worked in the restaurant and catering industry for over 35 years. I attended 2 culinary schools in Southern California, and have a degree in culinary arts from the Southern California School of Culinary Arts, as well as a few other degrees in other areas. I love to cook and I love to feed people.

34 thoughts on “And This is the Catalyst that Started it All”

  1. One isn’t a bigot or whatever other name-calling tropes the author of that piece panders to.

    She views immigrants simply as people to preform service and other low skilled jobs.

    That’s so typical of the left.

    I live in the South and I see many illegal aliens taking jobs from the black population.

    I hate it and it’s wrong. But do you know why it happens? Because liberals are so racist they’d rather employ brown people rather than the black people upon whose backs this country was founded.

    It’s ok for a country to have immigration laws that protect the people living in said country.

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      1. Because of the industry I work in and how they are paid.

        In my view, which you may not share and that’s ok, it’s morally wrong to keep young black men subjugated while using instead illegal aliens who will work for much less and take payments under the table.

        That’s why in the South, the young black male sits idle or works in fast food while the construction jobs are handed to Hispanic crews who live 19 to a trailer and don’t pay workman’s comp.

        No law abiding citizen can compete for a job when being undercut by illegal aliens.

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      2. Once again, I completely agree. My mother was from South East Texas. You see this all over the place down there. I just don;t understand why people who are here illegally get special preference over American citizens, who were born here.

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  2. I think it’s crazy that people take sides and are violent over their sides. Yet the people they’re fan basing could care less about them. Beware the useful idiots.

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      1. It’s so they can identify you from afar, without ever really getting to know you. Some might, and this may be a stretch (sarcasm again), but just maybe so they don’t actually have to get to know you before their prejudice kicks in.

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  3. I am a proud smelly Walmart deplorable!!🤣💜🤷‍♀️

    Why do we all have to think like they think? Why do they automatically label us as racists? I believe in immigration, my grandparents came over from Sicily(legally). But I only believe in LEGAL immigration, there is a big difference!

    The extreme left is in for a rude awakening in 2020. I suspect they will still be crying from 2016 when it happens all over again.

    Can you imagine if we acted like they do when Obama was elected??🤔

    Jeanne, dont even give this garbage a second thought. Just because you dont endorse illegal immigration doesnt mean you are a racist and should stop eating mexican food. That is just so stupid!!

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  4. This reminded me why I like WP so much. Controversial topics are definitely up my ally, but they make my blood boil quite a bit and I’ve made the conscious decision a while back to live as healthily as I can.

    Thank you for sharing this, so we better understand where your previous post came from.

    All I will say is that the whole “you can’t use foreign products/ eat foreign cuisine” argument is utter BS. Does she know how trade works?

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  5. I won’t comment on the article directly. I will say this though, I don’t see borders, I don’t care about visas and passports. They are part of this current system, so I cooperate with any legal requirements. But they do not shape my view of people or this planet. I see a global human family, a very beautiful human family.

    I have travelled a little. The biggest educational experience of my life was my time in West Africa – my time there taught me so much about what really matters in life. There were so many beautiful beautiful things I learnt from the culture we immersed ourselves in. It doesn’t mean I could embrace absolutely everything I saw, I would steer well clear of some things, but on the whole the attitude and spirit of people changed me as a person.

    My view is that there are billions of people on this planet I have not yet met, but they are my family. I can’t wait to meet them! I know that at the moment there may be some things about the way they think and act that might be beneficial to me, or might be disturbing to me. But I would hope I would seek to understand whatever may be a challenge for me when I first see it.

    Ultimately any idea that does not harmonize with a united beautiful human family is something that I would refuse to adopt. One day, I hope to see all of us living in harmony, taking care of our wonderful family properly and enjoying all aspects of the diversity of cultures that have developed within current borders, but in a way that unites us rather than divides us.

    I love my human family! I can’t wait for the day when everyone on earth is happy and healthy, when every single human has what they need, rather than gross extremes of wealth, and smiles rule the day every day!!!

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  6. Half of that article is the author congratulating herself for occupying the same retail space with people from different socioeconomic backgrounds. I had no idea that merely standing in line behind a Muslim woman at Target is a virtue and such a life-altering experience. Man, she’s practically Mother Teresa. Does the Nobel committee know about her? Maybe the pope can get on to making her sainthood official. Crikey.

    And basically her entire argument for immigration reform / open borders is that rich, white people need wage slaves. She goes around saying stuff like that and she’s morally repulsed by other people? She’s calling other people racist? “I, like, totally respect you brown people. Now come scrape the callouses off my gnarly feet and mow my lawn while I pat myself on the back for playing peekaboo with your toddler.” I’d love a scarlet letter explaining to the world that I don’t think that way about other human beings. Where do I sign up?

    People like this do not have actual policy opinions. They have emotions that make them say hysterical things. They judge others on having what they perceive as the “wrong” emotions. To them, it is impossible to comprehend that someone could, say, simultaneously admire Mexican culture but not want millions of people from Mexico spilling into their state as a matter of policy. The most important function of a border is that it limits who is paying for and able to use public goods. School districts and watershed authorities serve the same practical purpose (though I’ve heard lefties call them racist too).

    I have very good friends whose families came over from Mexico legally and they proudly supported President Trump. Why? Because their idea of the American Dream is not working their tails off day in and day out and never seeing the benefits from it because policymakers want to pay for the entire world’s health care and education on the backs of taxpayers. It would be absurd to call them racists. But its absurd to call anyone a racist for understanding basic economics.

    I just shrug listening to these people whine and name-call now. They are annoying, but oddly something of a gift to conservative voters. The more they go around telling folks that they want to physically brand people they disagree with and police what they eat or where they shop, the more likely people will choose a government that doesn’t want aspire to be some Orwellian thought police. (I love how these folks go around calling everyone they disagree with “literally Hitler” while carrying on about branding people for their beliefs and telling them where they are allowed to do business. Irony much?)

    As Marcus Aurelius said, the best revenge is to be unlike the people who mean to do you harm.

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