Kenny
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>I'm a third gen Chicano, raised on mexican pride rhetoric "La Raza" and, all that. And I grew up hating I america and thinking Mexico was some kind of ancestral homeland that would embrace me like family. I speak Spanish decently, I know the culture (or so I thought), and I figured they'd see me as one of their own. I couldn't have been more wrong.
>So i decided to visit with my (black) wife. But the second we landed, it started. Cab driver looked at my wife like she was a circus animal. Called her "tu negra" (your negress) with this half disgusted tone like he was referring to her as my pet.
>And everywhere we went, we got stares. Not subtle ones. Full on turning heads, elbowing their friends, pointing and whispering like i brought an orangutan into their restaurant. I tried explaining "Somos de L.A, pero mi familia es de DF" and all I got was "gringos
entonces." They called me a gringo. ME. The same guy who corrects white people when they mispronounce "cinco de mayo"
>Even the darker skinned Mexicans side eyed my wife. One guy at the market muttered "pinche changa" under his breath and I saw my wife flinch for the first time in years. I tried to act like I didn't hear it. I wanted to avoid a scene. But inside I was boiling, not just at him, but at myself. Because deep down I realized something they don't see me as one of them. They see as yet another annoying "gringo tourist" and see no difference between me and a white person.
>And now I feel like a complete idiot hating my American identity, rejecting where I was born and raised, all to
chase acceptance from people who will never see me as one of their own. I'm taking my wife home and never coming back.
>So i decided to visit with my (black) wife. But the second we landed, it started. Cab driver looked at my wife like she was a circus animal. Called her "tu negra" (your negress) with this half disgusted tone like he was referring to her as my pet.
>And everywhere we went, we got stares. Not subtle ones. Full on turning heads, elbowing their friends, pointing and whispering like i brought an orangutan into their restaurant. I tried explaining "Somos de L.A, pero mi familia es de DF" and all I got was "gringos
entonces." They called me a gringo. ME. The same guy who corrects white people when they mispronounce "cinco de mayo"
>Even the darker skinned Mexicans side eyed my wife. One guy at the market muttered "pinche changa" under his breath and I saw my wife flinch for the first time in years. I tried to act like I didn't hear it. I wanted to avoid a scene. But inside I was boiling, not just at him, but at myself. Because deep down I realized something they don't see me as one of them. They see as yet another annoying "gringo tourist" and see no difference between me and a white person.
>And now I feel like a complete idiot hating my American identity, rejecting where I was born and raised, all to
chase acceptance from people who will never see me as one of their own. I'm taking my wife home and never coming back.
