Melvin Martin: The Kansas City Roll in Rapid City
I had last worked for a marketing agency in Texas prior to returning to Rapid City in March of 1995, so I still had in my possession a few western-style blazers, some Wrangler dress pants, a $400 pair of cowboy boots and a black Stetson--my intent was to visit all of the businesses on my list as an “Indian from Oklahoma.”
My first stop was at a restaurant that had a counter where dozens of my clients had told me that they were so ignored by the staff there that after a ten to twenty minute or even a half-hour wait without being served that they just got up and left. The same thing happened to me at this place, I sat down at the counter and was completely ignored (and it wasn’t even the busiest time of the day there). Without a protest of any sort, I walked out.
In the course of at least two hours I visited fifteen more businesses where I was made to wait or was totally ignored by the non-Indians working there.
I then went back to at least twelve of the downtown Rapid City businesses where I had been refused service, but this time with my KC Roll front and center.
And I have to tell you, brothers and sisters, I had never seen so many previously hostile people practically drool to either serve or assist an Indian in all my travels!
For more on the subject, see One Incident/Week in Rapid City?