This is the samsung building in Mauldin, SC. It is owned by Samsung but operated by Alorica. It operates as a call center primarily and I a few months ago relocated to south carolina for a job there. I worked two whole days of training before the shit went down.
Before I get into what happened to me here is a bit of back story. I am a transwoman and have been transitioning on hormones for 2 years now. They knew I was a transwoman upon hiring me and I made sure of it. Now we get onto what went down my second day of training.
I walked into the training room as I had the previous day and class was going as it had the first day. We get released for lunch and I grab a bite to eat from my car, use the restroom, and sit back in class. Class starts back up again and for the first 20 minutes it was okay. Suddenly I get pulled out of the class by the head trainer and The head of human resources. This is where everything goes horribly wrong.
The Head of human resources informs me that they saw me use the womens restroom (I identify as a woman and it IS the appropriate restroom for me to use) I am now informed by her that I am no longer allowed to use the womens rest room. In her EXACT words she tells me this “There are a lot of issues with allowing you to use the womens restroom, primarily we don’t want anyone yelling rape, so understand that you now have to use the mens restroom" I stand there, shocked, and ask if there is a private restroom I could use instead seeing as I do NOT want to put my well being at risk. They swiftly tell me, no. I am then told that I have to be addressed by my legal name from then on and they can’t use my preferred name. I must also now dress by the mens dress code and cease the way I was currently dressing.
I head back into class, now shaking violently after all of this. I pull the instructor aside and tell him I was informed of an emergency to excuse myself from class and head home. I have a complete breakdown and can no longer show up to the job.
I talk to a few lawyers and no one wants to take the case even though what they did violated the law big time. I eventually filed a report with the EEOC (equal employment opportunity commission) which tells me that what they did was a clear violation of my rights. Sadly 4 months later, I have heard NOTHING back from them.
Since I see them never being held accountable for the shit they put me though I decided to post this here. I know 2 other people who have gone through the same thing at this facility previously and I don’t want anyone to have to go through this again.
This makes me sick to my stomach.
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“Dear Lupita,” it reads, “I think you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me.”
My heart bled a little when I read those words. I could never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same way that the women of The Color Purple were to me.
I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin, I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother’s every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened.
And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she thought that I was beautiful but that was no consolation: She’s my mother, of course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then Alek Wek came on the international scene. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of a sudden, Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me. When I saw Alek I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of beauty, but around me the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me, “You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you.” And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be.
And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul. It is what got Patsey in so much trouble with her master, but it is also what has kept her story alive to this day. We remember the beauty of her spirit even after the beauty of her body has faded away.
And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. There is no shade to that beauty.
OH MY GOD
I’M IN A MEAN GIRLS MOVIE