Posted: 9/17/2008Provided by Citysearch -
While having ice cream in the Riverwalk on Monday, my two daughters and I grabbed a table that happened to be next to another family enjoying their ice cream and that happened to be outside the Swig Bar. Shortly after we sat down, a guy came out of the bar and took a look around. We acknowledged each other without saying a word, and he went back in. Then he came back to the table and asked me if I was going to order something to drink or wanted a menu. I told him that I did not want to drink anything that we were just trying to finish eating the ice cream. He clarified that the tables belonged to the bar and its clients. I told him that we would leave the table shortly.
Before we left, something told me to make sure that the guy was not making me move just because he could. I asked my daughters to finish their dessert on a wooden bench that did not belong to the bar but it was not far from the bar area. It was the perfect place for me to see if the family of five was also going to be asked to move. Twenty minutes passed and the guy never came to ask them to move. He spent most of his time in the front area of the bar chatting with people. He peaked outside for a couple of seconds and saw us on the bench; we acknowledged each other again. All of the kids were behaving well. The parents at the other table were not drinking anything from the bar either; they were sharing ice cream with their kids. The only difference that I saw was that they were Caucasian, and we were not.
I was so outraged with the situation that I asked a waitress for the guy?s info. She said that he was the manager and confirmed that the table being used by the family of five belonged to the bar.
It pains me to have to write this, but I thought that treating racial minorities as ?second class? citizens was something that my daughters would have to read in history books and not have to experience it first hand.