Two of the people in the scenes shown are actors: The shop owner behind the counter and the head-covered Muslima coming in wanting to order a cappuccino. The rest are customers who just happen to be in the shop at the time and have no idea that a recording is being made with a hidden camera.
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Back when my mom was in high school my grandfather owned a small luncheonette.
Back before civil rights. and desegregation.
Back when blscks and whites weren't allowed to sit together. In restaurant or bus or drinking fountain.
A while ago mom told me more than once she witnessed something my tough old Polack of a grandfather used to do.
A black person or family would come in to the counter and try to order.
He would tell them "You're no different and need to eat, too" but they couldn't eat there or he could get in trouble, fined or shut down (yeah, that was Reading too).
And then he would take their order, bag it up to go and always always put an extra helping and often more in the bag.
At no extra charge.
That was as good as he could do without having the city shut down his business.
I was not aware the old Reading was like that about black people.
Not surprising, though.
I was sort of aware of it but didn't realize how bad it was until mom and I were talking when we were out to lunch last week or the week before. I don't even remember how it came up unless it was because we were in a diner.
And yeah, it was the best he could do and even that he had to do on the sly. Wait over by the door or outside etc.
But they never left hungry because of their color.
governments don't live together, people do.
Well said.
Wish I'd said it
;-)
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