I drove through a section of town yesterday where every billboard and store front sign is in Spanish. I went to a Mexican food restaurant for breakfast and the entire menu was in Spanish. The guy at the counter only spoke Spanish. I still dont know exactly what i had for breakfast!
Did I complain? Did I alert the media?
Could it be the other side is predisposed to feel victimized? Maybe their sensitivity meter is tweaked to Ultra?
My best friend's parents are from Mexico. I showed her this story and she said "Frickin wetbacks wasting their time. They'd be further ahead if they stopped whining and spent all that energy taking advantage of the opportunities they have here."
I invited her to breakfast. We went to a French bistro. The menu was in French. And English.
The moral of the story, if there is one, might be that if you live inAmerica and want to be treated like an American, then BE American.
You don't even need to give up your culture. My ancestors were Irish. I have plenty of green in my closet, and hold biannual sacrifices to theDruids, and consume prodigious amounts of alcohol, and don't complain when my fellow Americans chant USAUSAUSA. And neither does my Mexican first generation American friend. Neither of us have anything to complain about, or apologize for.


























