Segregation.

We’ve been working hard on this trip, very hard. When we first arrived 10 days ago one of our primary missions was to find a decent bar which had good food where we could hang out at the end of the day and unwind. I had particular requirements for this watering hole. It had to be clean, it had to be staffed with friendly and attractive servers, it had to have good quality food and drink, and ideally it had to be within walking distance of our hotel. This search turned out to be much harder than I had anticipated.

My first introduction to the USA was transiting through Washington DC airport. Walking to my gate I noticed the bars in the airport. They immediately struck me as, well, American. But American in a good way. These bars, and there were several of them, typically had a long bar top parallel to the busy walkway, along which were seated many customers. A barman who was smartly dressed, moved behind the bar with that alertness and professionalism that is easily identifiable to an old industry professional like myself. I could see that the beers had been poured well with a nice level of head on top which allows the non-fruity aromas of taste of the beer to remain captured in the liquid marvel itself. These bars were so appealing that I was tempted to miss my flight so that I could seat myself at the bar and order up a cold one, while watching those around me from my vantage point.

A bar has to have a good vantage point when you’re seated. We go out to see and be seen. Otherwise you could drink at home for far less money.

My airport observation cheered me as I took this as an example of what America in general would be like. But after a few days down in Louisiana searching for a suitable watering hole I began to fear that this assumption had been incorrect. The first thing we did to find a bar was to ask our new American colleagues for advice. We work with professional firemen and ex-police officers as well as offshore oil and gas types so I figured that if anyone could point us in the right direction these guys could.

But they came up short, very short. Our first attempt at an evening meal was a Cajun seafood joint which supposedly offered the best seafood in town. To say that it was unappetizing would be doing an injustice to how awful the food was. And the general ambiance of the place was very far from inspiring. The staff were unattractive, the patrons were unattractive, and at the end you just ended up feeling a little depressed from the experience.

The next few attempts were equally unsuccessful. I had noticed a sports bar directly across the road from our hotel but it had the look of a chain and I had figured that it would be a dive. But we were so desperate that one afternoon we got back and my colleague and I threw caution to the wind and we made the dangerous crossing of the four lane highway in front of our hotel, scurrying across the road like beetles hurrying to avoid being crushed underfoot. Then we opened the door and walked inside.

We had found our bar nirvana.

A beautiful wood bar shaped in a large U dominated the room, around which were placed a number of raised booths. We grabbed a booth. The waitresses were hot, the food was great, the beer was excellent, and I could keep raving here about how happy we were. It was another world to that which we had been inhabiting moments before. And it was different from every other establishment we had tried on this trip, and let me tell you we tried a few.

We’ve been there every night for the last week or so. It’s the highlight of our day. Last night we managed to once again cross the road safely and we soon found ourselves seated at one of the excellent booths. We were well into the evening when something that my colleague said made me notice something for the first time. It struck me in an instant and when I saw it not only could I not un-see it, but everything else made more sense.

The bar was white. Every person in the bar was white, from customers to staff. I thought back over our other visits and I could only recall seeing a single customer and one server who were not white. The discrepancy when compared to the rest of the town was stark. And if I could describe the bar in one word it would be that the bar is harmonious. And it is harmonious because there is no diversity in this bar. There is no sign on the door saying whites only; that of course would be illegal. But it has self-segregated.

I am sure that there are other bars in the town where the majority of the customers are black. If there were a lot of Asians in the town then they would have their own establishments that they liked to frequent as well. Segregation is natural because people want to be around their own kind. There are many reasons why I feel comfortable in the bar, but the main one is that I am around my own kind. They are my people. And when we are around our own people then things tend to work. Things tend to be much more harmonious.

The very first major media hit job of all time was when the assault began on segregation in the South. The “ugly whites” captured on the television cameras were set up. Diversity is most definitely not our strength. Diversity is altercation. Diversity is a stark reminder that you do not belong, or that you belonged at one point but not anymore. Diversity is a reminder of what you have lost. It is a reminder of what has been taken away from you. Segregation is not only natural, it is good. I’ll drink to that.

14 thoughts on “Segregation.

  1. squid_hunt

    As a transplant to Louisiana and someone who has lived in every region of the eastern half of the U.S. I can tell you that Louisiana has the best race relations of anywhere I’ve lived. People respect each other in a way that they don’t elsewhere. That being said, what northerners don’t understand coming down here is that while white people don’t want to live around black people, black people don’t want to live around white people either. It offends them when you tell them this, because they live in this delusional la-la land where they grew up in all white areas, having never been around black people. They can afford to have those delusions.

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  2. Lexet Blog

    Touchy subject mate, especially stateside.

    You may not know this, but segregation was made worse with the progressive movement of the early 1900s. That’s when a bulk of revisionist history and white supremacy came in (alongside the eugenics movement).

    The thing with segregation in the south was that it was illegal under our federal laws.

    It was poorly handled, and reintegration through fuel on the flames. What we are experiencing today is the fallout from historical mistakes.

    FYI, in the south, the best restaurants won’t have “attractive” waitresses. They are employed by chain restaurants for the most part.

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  3. Al Jahom

    It’s definitely something we see here… even in central London – nexus of the diversity cult – there are pubs that I feel very much at home in (white, traditional, run by proud patrons) and ones where I don’t (mixed, modern, run by uninterested globodrones).

    No doubt this preference is problematic, so the ivory tower elite will persist in using their stick to mix the oil and the water with ever increasing vigour.

    You could say they prefer emulsions over facts.

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  4. TechieDude

    I belong to a couple charity groups, at least one of which is pretty cross pollinated with Mexican dudes. There’s both a work and a social aspect. When I say Mexican, some have been here since long before me, and are american. Some are immigrants. I asked one of them one time why they didn’t hang with us at meetings (or even attend most of them). The answer I got was similar to what you said – They want to relax. And when they tell stories or jokes, they don’t want to have to explain them. It’s simply more comfortable to be around people with shared experiences.

    Here’s a better one. A black couple we know opened up a restaurant/bar near where we used to live. It had been the dude’s dream. They got investors, and a pro chef, to create a decent southern fusion place. First mistake was hiring their kids and friends of their kids (as opposed to restaurant front of the house pros). It was a comic tragedy. In a month or so, all the wait staff and bartender were white. You simply can’t have staff with an attitude, that screws up, cheezing off customers. The first week they took a flogging on Yelp.

    Since they were friends of ours, we’d frequent the place. It had a nice bar, at least for awhile. Last time I was there, I was having a beer chatting with the owner and getting hate stares from an angry black male across the bar. Most of the clientele in the bar (Nearly all except me and my son) were black. The restaurant area was sparse.

    I thought – screw this. I like the owner, but I’m out. I remember thinking they were fucked. That city was pretty integrated. Mostly white, Asian, and middle eastern upper middle class. Not nearly enough brothers anywhere near to support a mid-high end bar/restaurant. In all their planning, they never considered the demographics of the potential customer base.

    They had other issues as well, but that was a biggie. They lasted a year.

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  5. People in the states don’t frequent bars like they do in Europe and down under. So the bar scene is drastically different. You might find something more along your tastes if you go to a sports bar near a major university campus.

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    1. Lexet Blog

      Also: especially in the south, where alcohol has been looked down upon for a long long time.

      “Blue laws” ruined southern culture.

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  6. Allen

    Just about everyone who doesn’t live in the bubble understands this and they’re OK with it. People like to hang out with their own. They even have a word for it, culture, and lo and behold race plays a big part. This is of course news to the various State Capitols and Washington DC.

    No one wants their kids to be experiments in diversity either. People trust their own, so parents would far prefer that their kids be in schools with lots of other kids of their own race. The sticking point is money. Does anyone with any acceptance of reality really think black parents want to send their kids to an all white school for the racial experience or because that school has more money to spend on education?

    Oh and I hate to burst someone’s bubble but Hispanics have preferences too. Regardless of what the dolts in Sacramento think there is a reason why so many businesses are heavily Hispanic oriented in California. They like it that way because it’s profitable, and everyone else doesn’t give a rat’s ass. BTW, guess where the Hispanic people like to send their kids to school?

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  7. MBlsnc46

    Natural human behavior that was understood by everyone until just a few decadesago. Then the scolds and the social chaos makers got to work. If we don’t stop them soon, even your own home won’t be your own.

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  8. Advo

    I don’t know much about their food, but I love getting a balcony spot on the second floor of Ryan’s pub and watching the people mill on Bourbon Street.

    Also, like the piano bar at Pat O’Brien’s. The hurricanes there are killers, though.

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