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An Exchange at Lunch. A Story.

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“Stop that!”  Corey snapped back at Julie. “Why would you say that? That’s so mean!”

Julie chuckled yet again. “But seriously, what’s wrong with what I said? Isn’t that what he is?” Her chuckle breaks into a fit of laughter and this time, Corey couldn’t help but get really mad. You could see the fire in her eyes.

She picks up her food flask and left the little two-person break out room on the first floor. She had had enough. How on earth could Julie make such an insensitive remark about Steve?

Julie ran after her and tries to persuade her to return, so they could have their lunch together, but Corey wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, Julie not today again. I need to be alone. I’ll see you later.” And she walked away.

Julie walked back to that little room. Now she felt awful. She didn’t think things would turn out that way but sadly, it did. She sank into one of the seats, closed the door and all sorts of thought flooded through her mind. She closed her eyes.

“I really don’t believe in a god or care a hoot if one exists but this time, that god knows that I dislike that Steve guy. I won’t be wrong if it’s borderline hatred, but I just don’t like him. He seems too full of himself and seems to always want to impress like he is trying to prove a point.”

“Who does he really think he is?! We all know he is a “diversity hire”. Yes! I said it again. That’s who he is. He was never really qualified for the job. We all know that. He was only hired to fill a quota. Eish!”

“It seems something hit the world ever since George Floyd died. Now everything is about Diversity, Equality, and Inclusion (DEI). If our public-pandering management had not come up with this new racist hiring policy, how would Steve, a black immigrant have had the chance to work here when there are way more experienced Canadians?!”

Corey’s heart sank at the other end of the hallway on the 3rd floor where she ended up. She really wanted to be alone and be as far away as possible from Julie. Anytime she was emotionally drained, that spot has turned out to be a haven of peace for her. It was calming, overlooking the waterfront in downtown Vancouver.

She has equally been full of thoughts after that encounter with Julie. Steve is black, a newcomer just like David her husband was, many years ago. It was just too difficult for her to accept. It was like referring to David as a “diversity hire”.

“It’s rude, insensitive and totally demeaning. Yes, I know the company is not perfect either and sometimes, I do feel the new policy about DEI is just a publicity stunt but for what it’s worth, it is progress. On the other hand, some of these DEI activists are the cause of the warped perspectives of people like Julie. All they seem to do is appeal to pity. ‘We are underrepresented and it’s not fair. Is Canada not built on the sweat of immigrants? Why ask us to be here if you won’t give us a chance?'”

Argumentum ad misericordiam.


Written by Dapo Bankole.
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