I did not even know this company existed. When I found them, it seemed a great name. Yes, the price was reasonable too, but I saw that as a bonus. I did not assume that the staff and hosts would be prejudiced. And the service I received from this airline was far below my standard. I will not wish that for my worst enemy. At some point, I felt as if their workers (mostly obnoxious ladies) disrespected me because I’m a black person.
I know that other black people are taking this trip and would like to hear what they have to say about how these employees treat them. I would not make a big deal on something very trivial. But after flying on three flights with the Royal Air Maroc, I have no choice but to conclude that the employees are incompetent. That’s if they’re not racist. There were times when flight attendants passed over me when they served. They refused even to acknowledge that I’m sitting there. Can I be on an African airline, and be faced with the shivers of racism?
How can I promote African solidarity and blame the West for low human development in Africa when I am not revisiting the continent? How can I encourage tourism in Sierra Leone and go to Las Vegas or Europe for my holiday?
The crazy part about this experience is Royal Air Maroc is NOT my first choice by any stretch. I was trying to support something African, which is why I booked with them. If you ask me which carrier is my all time favorite, I would say Air Canada. The reason is not only because I am a proud Canadian but because I have never seen another airline that I trust. On Air Canada, I am guaranteed to get good food and drinks, comfortable seats and excellent flight experience. Not to mention, human rights, dignity, and outstanding customer service.
Brussels Airlines are excellent, as are United, Delta, and Southwest Airlines. I have flown KLM and British Airways, both of which were also wonderful! I even enjoy traveling with the Caribbean Airlines. In my experience, I had not gone on many African owned airlines even when I came across the Royal Air Maroc that’s why I booked it without a second thought. To be honest, I had not paid much attention to Moroccan history with blacks except the liking that they had a decent soccer team (back in the day).
I know that other black people are taking this trip
and would like to hear what they have to say about how these employees treat them.
How can I promote African solidarity? Or blame the West for low human development in Africa when I am not revisiting the continent for decades? How can I encourage tourism in Sierra Leone? When I go to Las Vegas or somewhere in Europe for my holiday? In all my twenty years of work, study, naturalization, recording and writing books in the United States and Canada, I had envisioned Africa the way she used to be when I left and wished she had grown from then on. Sadly, it appears corruption is a lot more rampant there now than it used to be.
You tell me if I missed my plane in 15 minutes how come they had time to remove my suitcase from the plane but no time to alert me that the aircraft was boarding?
Sure, I am an old skool Hip Hop emcee who has grown into what I call the new generation of Pan-African. I promote black dignity. Black as in African Americans, Canadian Africans, African Europeans or Africans in general. Thanks to the sincerity of Minister Louis Farrakhan, I have developed an Africa first mentality. African buying, African eating, African thinking, etc. Even though as a person who spent his initial eleven years in Liberia, another eleven years in the United States and ten more years in Canada, I had become far too westernized.
What does this story have to do with me ending up in Paris on a trip to Brussels after a two-week holiday in Sierra Leone? It’s an Oxymoron, but it’s true. I chose the flight to be patriotic when the majority of their employees are discriminatory. They ignored my needs, offered a backward customer service, and even after letting them know that I’m a diplomat in Brussels they still treated me as if I were an illegal immigrant sneaking into Europe. Maybe by being rude to me, they felt better about their meager existence.
At the airport in Casablanca, I missed my transit to Brussels. The Royal Air Maroc staff would not even listen to my dilemma. You tell me if I missed my plane in 15 minutes how come there was time to remove my suitcase from the plane? But no time to alert me that the aircraft is boarding? Asked to speak to a supervisor. A very unprofessional lady showed up to shower me with insults. I ended up converting my ticket for a flight to Paris because I did not want to spend another minute with those racist fools in Morocco. As I boarded the flight, a maid looking attendant took my passport into the light suggesting it might be fake. She did not do the same with the other passengers boarding the plane.
Thanks to the sincerity of Minister Louis Farrakhan, I have developed an Africa first mentality. African buying, African eating, African thinking, etc.
Throughout the trip, I had to ignore more discriminatory behaviors by the crew. Fortunately, when I landed in Paris and declared myself a diplomat living in Brussels, everything went back to normal. The nightmare of the Royal Air Maroc was over. I returned to my daily life as a young black millionaire. The old me would have written a song called “Fuck The Royal Air Maroc,” but the new me reserved his feelings because I know that these terrible employees do not represent everyone there. One thing is for certain I will NEVER book that cheap airline ever again!*