An encounter at Starbucks inspires a Holt adoptee to discuss the assumptions strangers sometimes make about race. This story originally appeared on the mother-daughter adoption blog “Don’t We Look Alike?”
by Marisha Castle
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I had recently embarked on this new journey to “The City of Angels” and was excited and hopeful. I had a plan of stepping stones with which to approach the city and make a name for myself.
I was on my way to meet one of my best friends at the Grove in Hollywood. It is a famous landmark, filled with shops, restaurants, and the Farmer’s Market. They have a Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble there, so to kill time, I went to get a coffee until my friend arrived.
(To preface, the tsunami had just struck Japan, so you can see where this story is going).
The line was long, and when it was my turn, I ordered my coffee and waited for the barista to ring me up and ask for my card. There was an awkward silence.
Out of nowhere she said, “Hey, are you okay?”
I smiled. “Yeah, of course. How are you doing?”
She acted hesitant. “Fine. I just … am so sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry for what?”
“For your people. The disaster … it’s just awful. I’m glad you are okay and I hope your family is safe as well.”
“I’m sorry, are you talking about the tsunami?” I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. “That is so nice, but I’m not from Japan. I’m not even Japanese. Haha. I’m American.”