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Stephen Chukumba says: “Buddha Bar, Gansevoort, Employees Only. Booooooo!”

I’m going to keep this rant short and sweet. Bouncers are corny. There, I said it.

 

Ajna Bar

Ajna Bar (formerly Buddha Bar) doesn't care for Black people.

Of course, I don’t mean ALL bouncer are corny. Just the ones that arbitrarily preclude me from entering their establishment because I am Black.

They’ll dress up the reason they’re keeping me outside of their vaulted halls of revelry, “You’re too casual,” (Translation: “You’re too Black.”)

Or “It’s a private party tonight.” (Translation: “It’s private. Everyone can get in tonight but you, Blackie.”)

 

Employees Only should be called 'Only Employees Who Are Not Black"

Or, my favorite “We can’t let you in looking like that.” (Translation: “If you weren’t such an intimidating looking Black person in your urban attire, perhaps you wouldn’t strike fear in the hearts of our clientele and make them uncomfortable partying with you.”)

You must know that I was attired rather hoodishly last night, so I take nothing away from gatekeepers doing their jobs and trying to prevent riff-raff from sullying the interior of their clubs.

However, since I have been barred from each of these very same clubs, when I was DRESSED TO THE NINES, their purported reasons for yesterday’s insult are singularly unbelievable.

The offending establishments are:

Buddha Bar, 17 Little West 12th Street, New York, New York. They are particularly racist in the application of their door policy, but always with a touch of class. I almost don’t realize that they’re being racist.

Employees Only, 510 Hudson Street, New York, New York. I realize that even my own people can be subject to prejudices. A brother played me out at the door last night. Hard. He barely glanced in my direction. I was cold dissed from the periphery!

 

Hotel Gansevoort

Beware, Hotel Gansevoort has a little trollish man at the door.

Hotel Gansevoort, 18 Ninth Avenue, New York, New York. I was turned away by a short swarthy Napoleonic gatekeeper numerous times. Wonder if it’s not my race, but my height.

I’m not really a club/late night kind of fellow, so last night’s meanderings were quite amusing, since ultimately, if I were permitted entry into any of the establishments which turned me away, I would have been spending greenbacks.

I guess if they can afford to discriminate, then they must be doing alright!

Black people, if you’re going out in NYC and you want to give yourself a fighting chance of getting past the gatekeepers, here is some advice:

1. Never wear sneakers or any kind of casual footwear. If your feet don’t look like they’re smarting from being forced into pointy, slippery cobbler torture cells, you’re not a slave to fashion, and they don’t need your kind.

2. Avoid jeans or other casual pants, such as cargos or camouflage. It makes you look cheap and says, “I’m not here to spend any money, I just want to rub up on something.”

3.  If, at all possible, avoid being Black. It’s a dead give-away that you’re not the patron they want.

4. Boycott Buddha Bar, Gansevoort and Employees Only. They’re far too uppity and they obviously don’t need our dough.

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The Real Empress

Last night, I was out with my friend Syed at Buddha Bar on Little West 12th Street. While we shot the breeze drinking our drinks, we noticed this Amazon of a fine Black woman looking like she was trying to find someone.

Never the shy type, I asked if she required assistance, and she told me that she was looking for ‘James’ (or something like that), who had just texted her (supposedly from within Buddha Bar).

I told her that (1) ‘James’ would be right back, (2) to unburden herself and (3) join us while she waited for him to find her (because no gentlemen forces a woman to seek him out).

Of course, she joined us, and I set about getting her story. She introduced herself as Empress, then Charise, before finally settling on ‘The Real Empress.’

She was a performer, actor, producer, and self-professed diva. She said she had just finished working on a song with a track produced by Kanye-to-the, and recently completed a film (the name of which, I unfortunately can’t recall)..

I asked her why, if she was making such power moves, she was fooling around with people without the common decency to wait patiently on the arrival of a lady. Her response was, and I quote, “I have no idea.”

For the next 20 minutes, we talked personal power and the importance of the brand. She was astonished when I commented on her Juliard pedigree (she thought I was psychic, I told her I visited her MySpace page).

When we parted (I to Mansion, she to the lusty interest of a swarthy accented male) I told her that everything happens for a reason, and that the lesson for the evening was to chose one’s associations wisely.

Today, we can no longer afford to be on other people’s schedules. People that will be instrumental to your success will vibrate at your frequency.

Following your gut, as the barometer for ‘BS,’ is key. But always be prepared to reassess people, with whom you interact frequently, to ensure that your perceptions of people are accurate.

The Real Empress seemed like a driven person. I’m going to check in on her progress. I’ll let you know what I find.

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