White Privilege Tax | Part 2

Greta rushed up to the desk and pulled out all her paperwork.

The Asian man across from her typed for a few moments as the song on his computer changed from Salina Gomez to K-Pop. The man wore a button-down shirt and ripped jeans. Greta put her papers on the desk. The man bobbed along to the music and started to sing to himself as he clicked a few times with his mouse. Greta glanced to the desk to her right; an Indian woman dropped the paper she was going to photocopy. She glanced to her left as a white man in overalls stepped up to the desk. He put his paperwork on the desk as the black woman unwrapped a candy bar and threw the wrapper on the floor.

Greta focused back on her representative. He was grooving along to the music as he pushed his dark black hair away from his forehead. He clicked a few more times. Greta shuffled her papers again and pushed them forward. The man kept dancing and clicking.

Greta shifted her weight and sighed. She glanced at her watch as her stomach growled. She had been here for five hours; a few more minutes didn’t make a difference. She watched the man wiggled until the song ended. As the next song started, the man squinted at the computer. He started humming and began clicking again.

Greta glanced down at her papers and shuffled through them, making sure she had the correct paperwork for the millionth time. As the current song ended, Greta was getting impatient. She grunted.