More than two years of learning humility and accepting my slave status has not prepared me for this. White jazz fans, some of whom I had seen before, can't take their eyes off me as I clear and clean tables, carry back dirty dishes and sweep the carpet. The headwaiter makes matters worse by snapping his fingers and pointing to a just vacated table while I'm still cleaning another one. Other waiters observe this and start snapping their fingers and pointing to a napkin on the floor or a chair out of place. I work long hours moving chairs and vacuuming, setting up tables, cleaning the kitchen, bussing tables, loading and unloading the dishwasher, scrubbing pots and pans, and mopping the floor. I prefer working in the kitchen because I can't get use to White folks staring at me. The Blacks ac
