Don't begrudge the pets: iLIVE
I wouldn’t say this is an interesting story but let me rather say this is a problematic story.
I am a black man and I guess the writer hereto is a black man too. I guess he is writing from his standing point as black man. I wouldn’t say his opinion is wrong but let me rather say his opinion is not a very good one.
I started working as a gardener when I was 9 years old. During my time at school, I used to labour as a gardener every Saturday and during the school holidays. It was very tough because it was during the transition period, during the anticipation of the release of Nelson Mandela, un-banning of political parties etc.
It was during the turning point of the South African history, if may say that. At first, I used to be saddened by the sarcastic sentiments my employer and his guests used to pass on to me regarding the anticipated release of Mandela etc.
I wanted/needed more than what they put aside for me they used to say I must go and tell Mandela. Sadly, I loved this family. I sometimes wished they could realise that I loved them and stop associating me with politics. Coming from poor background and having a goal in life I could not resent to their sentiments but pretend everything was OK.
The working conditions and the relationship with my masters were unspeakable. I was not treated at least like a dog but I was treated like a doormat. Not withstanding the manner in which their children used to address me. Over and above, my goal was to work until I finished matric and start searching for other avenues. Therefore, this is but just a quick flashback to demonstrate that I know how life a domestic worker is like.
Back to the story at hand; concerning how the employers treat their dogs and snakes in their own private place should not be a matter for concern to a domestic worker. If they give what is due to the employee then rest is of course theirs. As a domestic worker, one must never expect to be treated like a queen or a king’s golden plate.
Should you expect more than your wages, then your life will be miserable. Just tell yourself that I am not their child or their relative. If they don’t want to treat me with human respect that is their own baby. If they keep pets and treat them better than me, it’s also OK. There is nothing one can do with someone who has a dead conscious. Yours is to find the way out of him.
Concerning loneliness, I would say this is a complicated issue. When you stay on someone’s backyard you must be mindful of the fact that you are not their for enjoyment but for working. I don’t care if my employer greets me or not. I don’t care if he smiles at me or not. I don’t care if he gives leftovers or not. I don’t care if he harasses me verbally, as long as he does not lay his hand on me.
When (she) throws my pay over to me through the window and shuts it instantly I don’t say anything but I count it and if it is right I walk away and come back the following day. Remember, my goal is to siphon money from him and he can keep his mercy for his pets if his conscious is dead. Never expect to be treated like sissy. And never expect anyone to feel sorry for you. They will feel sorry if they want to. If they don’t that is their own baby.
At the same time, the very same domestic workers (some) are not as honest as they are supposed to be.
Given the current security sensitive era, as a black (too) I wouldn’t tolerate my helper to host friends in my private property. Anyone entering my (private) property must do so with some sort of mandate. I don’t think we must call it apartheid if an employer does not want ins and outs at his (own) place. Instead, this must be called regulation.
I cannot put my life at risk to satisfy someone else. As such, I don’t blame the white people for limiting the number of visitors in their (private) dwelling. Even in my own house, I (personally) don’t host any person. There are plenty of meeting areas such as restaurants, parks, etc.
During my time as a gardener, I observed with an eye of an eagle why employers don’t want a helper who is associated with a gang of people. Someone who likes a gang is high risk. There is a difference between picnic and work place. Work place is not a nice place to be at and one must never expect any comfort or any mercy at work place. It is a dog-eat-dog environment.
Recently, while I was standing at a bus stop I spoke to a group of women. We discussed diverse topics. I was shocked to learn that the black domestic workers still prefer to work for white masters compared to working for the black tycoons who live in white suburbs. They are worse than hell!
Some domestic workers can easily spend the whole day without eating even stale bread that the white employers sometimes give them. In short, I have learned that working for a black man, as a domestic worker is more difficult than working for a white person. I could comprehend and understand these women’s reasons.
Tell me, why is it like this?
If a white person ill-treats a domestic worker you call it apartheid and discrimination, so what do you call it when a black tycoon does the same? I understand that it much more difficult to be ill-treated by one’s fellow black person because I believe he knows how it is like to be treated with humiliation.