I went on a cruise a few years ago. After a few days of fun, fun, and more fun, my hair was looking a hot mess. Luckily, there was a salon on the ship. Although the service was three times the amount that I would usually pay at home, I rushed to book an appointment out of desperation. I was a little reluctant– at first– because out of all of the stylist, there weren’t any one who had hair like me.
Then, this white stylist approached me who was from South Africa. She assured me that she could style my hair and I would be pleased. My mood was in disbelief, but I had to trust this stylist. The result: My hair has never looked better. I LOVED it.
I read an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer titled, “Hair Together,” that shed light on the beauty salon, one of the last segregated places, becoming more welcoming black and white clients and stylists.
I know many Black women who go to the Dominican hair salons for a wash and set — including myself– but there are not any black woman in my circle that go to a white beautician for a new ‘do.
I am from a small community in New York City called Harlem — which was once a place where Black people lived, shopped and entertained. Now, Harlem is a huge melting pot. However, the Black hair salons are still frequented by Black clients.
Most things are created equal nail salons, makeup counters, department stores, etc., but there are still some things that are very separate.