newyorkers
2009-05-25 14:15:00
The New Continental: NO BLACKS ALLOWED
So I work at a restaurant job, and like most restaurant jobs, bartenders and servers usually opt for a drink after work. Unlike most, I hate to look like I'm at work when I leave, so unlike the people I'm hanging with who are still wearing their bbq-sauce smelling black jeans and labeled button-down shirts, I changed into a T-Shirt and shorts, a baseball cap and sneakers.
We wanted a place to drink cheap. I vowed not to go into Continental at Astor Place years ago, because even though it's cheap, it's a ****hole. One of my coworkers convinced me to go in because it was remodeled. So we did.
The doorman lets us in, we haven't ordered a drink yet. A group of friends call me in need of directions, so I leave so that I can speak to him on my cell phone. And then on the way back in the owner sees me, and tells the doorman I'm not allowed in.
"I'm sorry," the doorman tells me. "My boss said I made a bad call letting you in."
"What do you mean?"
"We have a dress code here. You have a sideways cap and baggy shorts."
At this point, I understand how clubs do what they can to control the climate at places. The rules against baseball caps and sneakers, etc. are generally to keep out a crowd they don't want. Mot recently, as I waited to meet people for a newyorkers meetup that no one attended, I was told by a doorman that I could wear my cap forward or backward, not sideways, and I did so accordingly. I have no problem with rules. So I compromise and respond: "Where is your dress code written? I can remove the cap and I have a change of clothes inside."
"We can't do it. It's about a general vibe."
My eyes are fighting not to roll out of their sockets at this point. I tell the doorman I am going in to get my things. As I go inside to grab my bag and my friends, the owner GRABS me and asks me "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get my things."
"You wait here. I'll get your friends and your things. You don't run this place."
What. The. ****?
My friends were both White. They apparently were wearing trendy "East Village" attire that consisted of Black jeans that stained of spilled mayo and black shirts with a patch that indicated that they worked at a restaurant that can be found in Times Square. The owner had nothing against what they were wearing, but when I repeated that I had that same exact uniform and could change into it, he repeated: "It's about the vibe. We have a regular clientele here. Once you're out, you're out. There are thousands of clubs in New York City"
As I waited on the sidelines boiling about this, I saw two other black men get ejected, one being in the group of my friends that came to meet us there. Unlike myself, he wore his complete work uniform. No cap, no sneakers, no "baggy pants." He wasn't allowed in and when asked why, the doorman gave no real reason.
We waited around a bit pissed. Myself feeling humiliated. I grew up in Philly came to New York. I don't experience racism to the level of a lot of my friends in different areas and didn't see myself getting kicked out of a bar for being Black as anything I'd experience in my lifetime. Not to mention being grabbed up like I was some sort of thug as I tried to go back inside to collect my POSSESSIONS.
Just as we'd given up talking to the doorman (who is Black, btw, wouldn't make eye contact because he knew what a self-hating ******* he was for not walking off the job that very night, but that's another issue entirely), we left and went to "Cheap Shots" which was a block or so away. As we left, I saw a White guy completely wasted (as opposed to me that only had two beers) walk in with a sideways baseball cap, hightop sneakers, and shorts that were so identical to mine, I feel like it was fateful sign of the obvious. This guy dressed just like me, was completely hammered, and was white. He was let in by the doorman and the owner watched him go by.
I asked the doorman what the difference between that guy and me was. He gave no response.
I'm writing this for several reasons:
1.) I want to let everyone (especially people of color) not to ever support this place.
2.) I want to know what my options are legally against this place.
3.) I want to document these acts on video and anyone willing to help me with a hidden camera type sting (or knows who could help me do this). Thought about calling Shame on You, but I don't know if that would work well. I wanna put these guys on blast via email forwards, Youtube, TV, the whole works. It's ridiculous.
4.) I am making it my goal to do everything within my power to see that this place goes under. Everything. And I realize it's a New York "staple," and that's why the fight means so much more to me. Racist, pretentious ********.
I'm far too nice a person, and I tip too generously to deal with this kind of bull****.
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