Anonymous
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7/22/2025, 11:33:38 AM No.511034463
I'm a third gen Chicano, raised on mexican pride rhetoric "La Raza" and, all that. And I grew up hating 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.
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