Discrimination Inside Three Restaurants

I’m a reporter’s daughter, and I’m here to hammer out the truth about the acts of discrimination, obsession, and terrorism that I suffered inside three restaurants in America.

My first stop is at the Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) restaurant in New York. In 1985, I was four months pregnant when I was hired as a cashier at KFC on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn. On my first day of work, the manager showed me the mop. When I reminded him that I was hired as a cashier, he read me the rules.

“Here at KFC, you start from the bottom, and then you work yourself up,” he said.

“How long will it take me to become a cashier?” I asked.

“Forever,” he answered.

“Really?”

“You ask too many questions,” he said.

When I disclosed to him about my physical disability because I wanted him to accommodate me, he hit the roof.

“I cannot stand for more down five minutes because of my disability. I need to sit down on a stool. It’s the reason that I sat down. I’m also pregnant,” I stated.

“It’s either you mop this floor or you will not have a job!” he said.

“I’m disabled,” I reminded.

“You’re fired!” he said.

Hence, KFC wrongfully terminated me on the same day because I accommodated myself by sitting down every five minutes on the job. I also believe it’s because I articulated to him about my physical disability. Some people simply don’t want to accommodate disabled persons, let alone work with them.

In 2005, about twenty years later, I also underwent the same systematic discrimination at KFC in Atlanta, Georgia.

“We ran out of breasts.”

“Really?”

“Would you like to substitute them with something else?” said the female employee.

“Yes. I would like wings.”

“We have wings all the time,” she said.

“But you should also have breasts all the time,” I said.

“We ran out.”

“I do not mind waiting. Can you make some more?” I asked.

“We ran out.”

“All right! I will have the wings.”

On one occasion, KFC declared that they didn’t have rice. It was 7:00 P:M.

“The mailman hasn’t delivered it. We have been waiting all morning, “she said.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“You should have some in the refrigerator. I know that you refrigerate rice, chicken, coleslaw, corn, everything because I once worked at KFC.”

“The mailman hasn’t delivered rice all morning.”

“When will the mailman deliver it?”