I had a surreal experience at this very special place. My experience made me ask many questions. A co-worker of mine, who has hair very similar to mine, highly recommended this hair salon. Her haircuts always look great and when she shared that it was owned and operated by women of color, I was thrilled.
So, on February 6, 2019, I made my way from the upper east side of Manhattan to Brooklyn - it took 2 trains and just a bit over an hour. Still, I arrived on time for my appointment with Judith, who was finishing up with another client. I was excited as I noticed the client in the chair was...let's say a woman of a certain, just age like me... wore her hair short, just like me and her hair looked great! Pleasantries were exchanged and I took off my coat and this is where things got strange.
I rested my coat on a chair and began to look at some of the business cards on a nearby table. There were four people in the salon at the time - Judith, her client in the chair, another woman seated in a styling chair, and me. Judith asked me to hang up the coat, pointed out some hooks on a wall behind a chair. I attempted to get to the hooks but was blocked by an arm chair. I moved the chair but realized that the wall appeared to be exposed brick and I did not want my coat to be damaged. I hung my coat on the extended handle of my rolling bag (yes, I now have a rolling bag; time has caught up with me). Judith commented that she wanted the place to look a certain way and again suggested the hooks. I moved my coat folded it and placed it on my lap as I waited.
Once Judith invited me to sit in her chair I took my coat with me but left the rolling bag in front of the chair where I had been seated. Judith then asked if she could moved my bag and commented that other customers would need to sit (there were no other customers but I understood). I said sure, no worries. She moved it. She came to the chair and asked me again to hang up my coat and said the other customer had moved hers. I said, let's keep it here (I patted the coat which was on my lap) while we chat then I'll move it.
Judith then said to me that she could not style my hair as she didn't think we would be a good stylist for me. I got up, got my coat on and left. Surreal.
On my train ride home I found myself wondering - did I do something that was so offensive that led to this situation? Of course not. Then I wondered - if where the customers coats are hung is so very important, why not provide a coat closet; or at least a wall that is not exposed brick and blocked by a chair.
I then started to wonder about Joy DeGruy's work and her book Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome. I wonder if this hair salon would survive. I also wondered about a client I recently interacted with who would say that she "goes on vibe" and "feels the vibe" of a person. These rationalizations were her way of avoiding the more serious aspect of her mental health and her projection onto others. I wondered why that particular client had come to mind.
I suggest that if you go to Chokmah do so in the spring or summer when you don't have a coat. If you must get a haircut sooner, do what I did - go to another salon. Mark Garrison for example. They are pricey but there is a lady who is always pleasant and takes your coat and bag, and gives you a lovely robe, and is always polite, friendly, and professional. read more