I set down my coffee and headed to my closet. It was too hard to monitor and happening far too often. The problem was, even if we could fix one issue, we couldn’t stop every instance of post-caste discrimination.
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I was sure he was already running the scenario over and over in his head, trying to figure out how to set it right. I pushed the paper away and picked up my drink. The owner had the right to promote or fire anyone he wanted, and the waiter had the right not to be seen as something that, technically, didn’t exist anymore. Looking at the charred remains of the building, I honestly didn’t know whose side I was on.
The waiter claimed that a promotion had been promised but was never delivered, and he was sure it was because of his family’s past.
This time a restaurant was burned to the ground because its owner refused to promote a waiter to a position as a chef. “Coffee, Your Highness,” Neena said, setting the drink on my table. That wasn’t happening-and this new riot was just the most recent in a string of unrest. Dad had expected the changes he was making in Illéa to be comfortably in place over the course of a generation, meaning any day now everything should click. When Dad had first decreed that the castes were no more, people all over the country had been delighted. How was I supposed to know if I was walking next to a Six or a Three? And why did that even matter? It made no sense, especially since there was no outward sign of the divisions. I still thought it was completely bizarre that once upon a time people lived with these limiting but arbitrary labels on their backs. Twenty years ago, Dad’s first act as king was to dissolve the castes, and the old system had been phased out slowly over my lifetime. I flipped through the newspaper and saw that there had been yet another riot, this time in Zuni. But there were days, or sometimes months, when it felt like far too much was piled on me, too much for any one person, really. What they didn’t understand was that their attempts to make my life fair seemed rather unfair to me.
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