Simone burst into open tears. Rebecca grabbed three small bottles of apple juice from the cart and dropped them hard onto their tray tables. Simone, shaking from crying, fumbled. The bottle slipped, and juice exploded all over her purple dress.
“My dress, Mama’s dress. I ruined it!” Simone cried in horror.
“Maybe you should be more careful,” Rebecca said, her voice ice cold. “Some of us have to work for what we have. We can’t just replace everything whenever we break it. But I guess you wouldn’t know about that, would you?” She pushed the cart away, leaving Simone sobbing and Naomi frantically trying to clean the stain.
Jeffrey Davidson started a new voice recording, detailing the harassment, the racist assumptions, and the deliberate mishandling of the beverage service.
Devon cornered Rebecca in the galley. “Beck, you humiliated them! That child is 8 years old! You deliberately…”
“I didn’t do anything,” Rebecca cut him off. “She spilled her own drink. She’s clumsy.”
“You know what your problem is? You’re a racist,” Devon said quietly. “I’ve known you for three years, and I never wanted to believe it, but you’re actually racist.”
“I’m a realist!”