Friday, October 11, 2019
Things Arent Always What They Seem :: essays research papers
Things Aren't Always What They Seem      As a Hispanic young man, I have witnessed many racial remarks and expressions. Many people think I am Anglo-Saxon because I am light complected. I have not only noticed racial slurs from Angle's, but also from Hispanics. People tend to open up in front of me, because some of them think I am Anglo- Saxon and do not know Spanish. I can recall the first day of summer school, my first day of work, and the time that Anglos' stare at my girlfriend wondering why I left their race for a hispanic girl.      My first day of summer school was a day I will never forget. As I walked into my class the students just looked up at me and stared as if I was a portrait. In a polite manner, the teacher told me to sit next to those girls at the corner. At first they were quiet and then the whispers began. â€Å"Oye chulo,†they began to call me. I didn't know what to do, so I did what any guy with a great girlfriend would do, played dumb. Then they began telling each other that I was probably rich and conceited. Their remarks about my clothing and the color of my eyes and hair, surprised me. I was not upset because they were Hispanic. I am sure that I would have been mad if an Anglo-saxon girl would have talked bad about a hispanic guy or girl.      Another time hispanics thought I was Anglo-saxon, was when my best friend's dad got me a job at his company. The first day he showed me around and majority of the workers were hispanic; once again they all looked at me again. My first encounter with my racist co-workers was during lunch. As I sat down to eat my sandwich, the guy I got to know asked me if I wanted to try some Mexican food. That's when I gave him this expression that must have stunned him, because he asked me what was wrong. I told him, â€Å"What, do you think I've never eaten Mexican food or what?†     He replied, â€Å"Sorry, I didn't think know white people knew anything about Mexican food other than tacos.†     â€Å"I am not white, I am a mexican just like you!†I exclaimed. From that day forth I was treated just like one of the guys. It is strange that hispanics are always fighting for equality and an end to discrimination. Ironically, they are the one's that are being racist.      The only time I can recall being treated wrong by Anglo-Saxons, was the
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