Iâm writing this from a bakery-cafĂ© in Concord, Massachusettsâthe cradle of the American Revolution, where ideals like liberty and equality were born anew in the New World. The croissants are fresh, the espresso is bespoke (lavender), and the staff layout is eerily familiar.
At the front: white staffâstylish, aesthetic, articulateâhandling (bossing sometimes but in general everyone is exceptionally lovely & calm) model minority clientele with curated ease. In the kitchen: Mexican workersâefficient, invisible, foundational. Itâs the same setup across most of Americaâs cool, clean consumer spaces: the aesthetic and the labor silently segregated by race and language.
No one talks about it. Youâre not supposed to notice the subtle “Americanisation” at play (the American dream and its attendant complexities). But once you do, as a twice-immigrant (East to Britain, old England to New England), itâs hard to unsee. The roles arenât assigned by policy, but by a deeper algorithmâone that sorts people into place based on centuries of sedimented power: race, class, culture, even aesthetics. Continue reading CafĂ© Concord: A View from the Counter
