‘Thailand Is the New Atlanta’?
Originally published via Armageddon Safari:
According to this TikTok lady of the urban persuasion, her people have discovered a new place to grace with their immense charms and thus culturally enrich: Bangkok, Thailand.
Katy, bar the door!
Cue a bunch of (mostly obese) foreign ethnics eating “soul food” and rapping obscenities along to trap music blaring on the loudspeakers in some Westernized Bangkok restaurant:
Afro-Americans film themselves brutally afflicting #Thailand with their ‘culture’ https://t.co/GoiBiC5LiU
— Armageddon Prose (@ArmageddonProse) October 6, 2026
(Why the narrator with a thick British accent is fronting like she’s from the Bankhead projects, I couldn’t tell you.)
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Having been subjected to public school in Atlanta myself for a great many years yet somehow surviving, I would implore the mercurial Thai immigration authorities — who are, after all, as anyone who has dealt with the system knows well, notorious for switching up policies on a dime with no notice or explanation — to revisit their admissions policies in order to prevent Bangkok from actually turning into anything remotely like Atlanta.
Rhodesia got renamed Zimbabwe and basically turned into Atlanta sans the global petrodollar to prop up the economy — and look at it now.
Rhodesia/Zimbabwe, before and after “liberation,” “decolonization” https://t.co/9uizOqdD9w
— Armageddon Prose (@ArmageddonProse) October 6, 2026
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Bangkok, I would humbly suggest, is culturally enriched enough already without the spontaneous mass twerking events.
Twerking 101: An essential part of any urban public school education https://t.co/sVEGaTyTY4
— Armageddon Prose (@ArmageddonProse) September 19, 2026
…Or riots at KFC after it starts guarding the honey mustard sauce behind the counter and charging extra on account of rampant abuse of the honor system and the urban people decide that’s a racist hate crime and the remedy is to start trashing everything.
Urban Americans continue to not beat the allegations
#KFC https://t.co/6XtVLbmxpX— Armageddon Prose (@ArmageddonProse) October 5, 2026
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Thais simply aren’t properly prepared to handle this level of cultural enrichment.
Someday, maybe, but not today.
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A little anecdote relayed in my groundbreaking expat memoir, Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile, regarding my time spent at BangkokThonburi Demonstration School, concerns a request made by my retired menopausal banker boss, Khun Ta, who got the job on account of her social connections because she was bored in retirement or whatever.
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The mission: to use my English language skills and internet know-how to recruit a proper native English-speaking teacher for the benefit of the children’s overpriced education.
So I made the ads and posted them here and there on the interwebz.
I got a veritable tsunami of resumes from Filipinos, which I dismissed with prejudice as instructed by Khun Ta, who only wanted preferred nationalities and ethnicities.
Just how particular she was in her preferences, however, I only came to discover by trial and error.
After ignoring a thousand solicitations from Filipinos, which I would have gladly considered myself had I been in charge of the operation because I like Filipinos, I believed I had struck gold: a guy from Texas called Rick emailed me expressing his interest.
After relaying his credentials to Khun Ta, I got a true taste of the East Asian worldview vis-à-vis their appreciation, or lack thereof, of Diversity
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Via Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile:
“Khun Ta — dressed to kill with her signature highlighter-yellow SpongeBob SquarePants
socks under her dress heels that I pretended never to notice and definitely never commented on again after our dust-up — requested that I find a new foreign teacher for the demonstration school, as they were one step closer to opening and anticipated a need for more than one lonely farang encased in glass.
I had no prior experience at the time recruiting ESL teachers for employment (or, actually, recruiting anyone for anything), so I drafted some free job ads on ajarn.com, eslcafe.com, and craigslist.org (surprisingly popular among ESL recruiters and teachers in Thailand), to see how it panned out…
After a week or so, a black gentleman from Texas named Rick or something emailed me. He had all the right stuff on paper (or so I thought). He held an advanced degree from a US university, had six-plus years of teaching experience in Thailand, and was currently in Bangkok, ready to begin work on a moment’s notice.
Rick asked me in the initial email whether his ethnicity would impede his chances of getting the job. Taken aback, I said no — why should his race matter?…
I forwarded the first viable (on paper) candidate’s resume and headshot (which Asian employers insist on as a standard part of any job application) to Khun Ta and headed to Her Grace’s office to see what she thought. I honestly expected her, in my naivete, to react with relived satisfaction that I had found finally found a qualified American candidate with a master’s degree and teaching experience — a needle in a Filipino haystack — and, at that, already in Bangkok and available to start immediately.
In her office, which she shared with other Thai administrative staff (her servants), I stood by while she opened the forwarded email with the details on her computer desktop. She looked at the documents for approximately two seconds and promptly declared “no blacks” in front of God and the Thai secretaries around me typing away on their keyboards, eyes downcast.
Nothing like such an explicit outburst of racism had ever occurred in my previous life in the West. Obviously, racism exists in the US as it does anywhere. The difference, though, as I have come to learn, is the lengths to which its practitioners go to conceal it.
One slip of the tongue around the wrong person, and an American boss has a literal federal case on his hands.
With a single phone call, Jesse Jackson and the Rev. Al Sharpton swoop in like racial vultures for an MSNBC exposé spot outside of the perpetrator’s office: “Local KKK businessman refuses to hire blacks.”
The NAACP summons troop reinforcements into the fray to march in the streets. Bankruptcy (proverbial commercial death by lawsuit) is imminent. Literal death threats ensue via social media. Tearful, unqualified apologies are offered.
PR firms get hired to defend the besmirched reputation of the alleged KKK businessman, who swears to God he never exclaimed “no blacks” in the office in front of five other employees.
The stench of workplace discrimination for the guilty will never fade, to be worn from then to eternity like a Scarlet Letter – “R” for “racist.”
That’s how the game gets played in America, post-civil rights.
In Thailand, there was no civil rights movement, and certainly not one on behalf of the brutalized and put-upon American negro, enslaved for centuries.
Thai employers, because there are no consequences, make no attempt to hide their racism because they, generally speaking, do not view it as a serious social faux pas. It’s all routine. No elderly black seamstress ever became a national hero in Thailand for drawing lines in the sand about bus seating arrangements. “Rosa Parks,” in American culture, conjures images of a brave soul standing up to a machine built on discrimination and exploitation; in Thailand, “Rosa Parks” draws blank stares. They barely know who Hitler was.
Rosa who?
In Khun Ta’s office, following the “no blacks” pronouncement, I looked around at the other Thais, who had surely heard their supervisor’s high-volume anti-black declaration. At least one of them probably understood it. None of them even looked up from their screens.
“Excuse me?” I pressed for clarification.
“No blacks,” Khun Ta repeated, not even glancing from the paperwork on her desk.
We had moved on from the discussion about the black English teacher candidate, and it was clear she now wanted me back in the salt mines, mining decent white teachers.
“Why?” I slipped up and asked, disoriented on account of the novelty of the situation.
Nonplussed, she simply responded that the highly credentialed black gentleman whose headshot and resume I had forwarded to her would “scare the children” if he were hired.
Scare the children!”
Benjamin Bartee, author of Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile (now available in paperback), is an independent Bangkok-based American journalist with opposable thumbs.
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