BusynMember
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After two weeks of anguish, I finally told my boss what C. had said, the racist comments to me and my son:
"It's ok to be adopted, Lucas. It doesn't matter if you're black and your mom is white" (she told him this even though I'm sure he wasn't talking about adoption to her and had never brought up race)
"They asked me if I was ok with black people when they hired me because, you know, there are black kids on my route" The bus company claims they never asked her this.
"The races shouldn't mix." (That did it, when she said that. She reiterated it several times, then continued. I will note a few highlights.)
"Oh, your daughter is bi-racial? I couldn't tell. They're all different shades, you know."
"I think it's wrong to mix the races. The kids have it hard enough. Now I don't blame you for adopting THESE KIDS because, after all, they're already HERE..."
"A black man once asked me if I'd have his baby and I told him, not unless he can undo my tied tubes." Hahaha! "I couldn't do it. I just couldn't."
"My daughter is a racist. So is my mom." (Big Duh to both)
My boss said that he couldn't fire her because it's her word against mine, although I'll bet she'd admit saying it. She seemed very proud of being a racist. When they asked me if she'd apologized, I said, "NO! She kept on justifying it."
The amazing thing was their lack of caring until I told them that I didn't want my son to ride with her anymore. THEN they cared, but they still minimized it and asked me if she was a good bus driver. I ended up calling Coporate. Mr. XXXXXX himself tried to be polite, but I didn't feel he thought it was that big a deal.
Another part of the story: I am her bus aide and today a little girl in a wheel chair was dropping her head and drooling and may have been having a mild seizure. We know she has them, although they are pretty controlled. The entire drive up, I was telling C. about her condition, and talking to her to try to keep her alert. This is hard because she is non-verbal and often non-responsive. After the kids were at school, C. asked me about my Face Blindness, which essentially means that I may not recognize somebody I know if I see them at a mall. She seemed to think that the Face Blindness means I can't recognize a seizure when I'm staring at the child. I set her straight and thought that this was the end of it.
Once I got home I got a phone call from my boss who told me I was NOT allowed to go back on the route until I talked with Big Boss. I was furious. C. has been trying to get me off the route for a long time. I had been up front about having disabilities and Face Blindness does not affect the job. I ended up having to defend myself. Another thing that irks me: The job description does not say "should be able to recognize a seizure." Some abscence seizures are very hard to note. I'm afraid that C. is setting me up for the fall guy if a kid has a seizure. She tried to say I wasn't telling her the symptoms of the child, BUT I WAS. She is SUCH a liar!
I don't know what will come of all this, but I don't want this wacko to go near my son, and I did tell them I didn't want her driving him, since "the races shouldn't mix." Who knows what she'll say to HIM if she'd say that to ME, the mother of four non-white children. She also is not stable. She told me (and trust me I didn't want to hear it) that her two husbands abused her and her kids, making her one son disabled. She still didn't leave the man, even after he hurt her son, and in fact allowed the man to have visitation with the children after he hurt her son so badly that her normal child will always be the mental age of eight. I don't think she should be with kids, period.
After I met with my two bosses, who grilled me about the seizures, I went to Good Will. They employ disabled people. In my case it's strictly an invisible disability--my health is good. The man I talked to all but promised me a job hanging clothes. I PRAY HE HIRES ME. I need extra money, but can't make too much or I lose my Disability, which I need! That job looks so much more peaceful. On top of neurological disorders (visual processing deficits galore, face blindness, spatial orientation problem) I have anxiety. This bus aide job, due to the driver, was making me sooooooooo nervous. But I still feel like I was castigated unfairly.
One thing for sure. I want that woman off my son's route. If they want to keep her, I will fight to get her off the two routes my son rides on. I don't trust her with my precious boy.
Am I wrong? Thanks for letting me vent.
"It's ok to be adopted, Lucas. It doesn't matter if you're black and your mom is white" (she told him this even though I'm sure he wasn't talking about adoption to her and had never brought up race)
"They asked me if I was ok with black people when they hired me because, you know, there are black kids on my route" The bus company claims they never asked her this.
"The races shouldn't mix." (That did it, when she said that. She reiterated it several times, then continued. I will note a few highlights.)
"Oh, your daughter is bi-racial? I couldn't tell. They're all different shades, you know."
"I think it's wrong to mix the races. The kids have it hard enough. Now I don't blame you for adopting THESE KIDS because, after all, they're already HERE..."
"A black man once asked me if I'd have his baby and I told him, not unless he can undo my tied tubes." Hahaha! "I couldn't do it. I just couldn't."
"My daughter is a racist. So is my mom." (Big Duh to both)
My boss said that he couldn't fire her because it's her word against mine, although I'll bet she'd admit saying it. She seemed very proud of being a racist. When they asked me if she'd apologized, I said, "NO! She kept on justifying it."
The amazing thing was their lack of caring until I told them that I didn't want my son to ride with her anymore. THEN they cared, but they still minimized it and asked me if she was a good bus driver. I ended up calling Coporate. Mr. XXXXXX himself tried to be polite, but I didn't feel he thought it was that big a deal.
Another part of the story: I am her bus aide and today a little girl in a wheel chair was dropping her head and drooling and may have been having a mild seizure. We know she has them, although they are pretty controlled. The entire drive up, I was telling C. about her condition, and talking to her to try to keep her alert. This is hard because she is non-verbal and often non-responsive. After the kids were at school, C. asked me about my Face Blindness, which essentially means that I may not recognize somebody I know if I see them at a mall. She seemed to think that the Face Blindness means I can't recognize a seizure when I'm staring at the child. I set her straight and thought that this was the end of it.
Once I got home I got a phone call from my boss who told me I was NOT allowed to go back on the route until I talked with Big Boss. I was furious. C. has been trying to get me off the route for a long time. I had been up front about having disabilities and Face Blindness does not affect the job. I ended up having to defend myself. Another thing that irks me: The job description does not say "should be able to recognize a seizure." Some abscence seizures are very hard to note. I'm afraid that C. is setting me up for the fall guy if a kid has a seizure. She tried to say I wasn't telling her the symptoms of the child, BUT I WAS. She is SUCH a liar!
I don't know what will come of all this, but I don't want this wacko to go near my son, and I did tell them I didn't want her driving him, since "the races shouldn't mix." Who knows what she'll say to HIM if she'd say that to ME, the mother of four non-white children. She also is not stable. She told me (and trust me I didn't want to hear it) that her two husbands abused her and her kids, making her one son disabled. She still didn't leave the man, even after he hurt her son, and in fact allowed the man to have visitation with the children after he hurt her son so badly that her normal child will always be the mental age of eight. I don't think she should be with kids, period.
After I met with my two bosses, who grilled me about the seizures, I went to Good Will. They employ disabled people. In my case it's strictly an invisible disability--my health is good. The man I talked to all but promised me a job hanging clothes. I PRAY HE HIRES ME. I need extra money, but can't make too much or I lose my Disability, which I need! That job looks so much more peaceful. On top of neurological disorders (visual processing deficits galore, face blindness, spatial orientation problem) I have anxiety. This bus aide job, due to the driver, was making me sooooooooo nervous. But I still feel like I was castigated unfairly.
One thing for sure. I want that woman off my son's route. If they want to keep her, I will fight to get her off the two routes my son rides on. I don't trust her with my precious boy.
Am I wrong? Thanks for letting me vent.
