I have this memory of a summer day a few years back. My mami, 2 brothers and I were at a Burger King out in suburban Houston. When we walked in, there was a lone man in front ordering his food. The back of his shirt read "Minuteman Border Patrol: Americans Protecting America." When he got done ordering his food, he turned around and literally glared at us. Not one word. Just the painful sting of his silence. Then as soon as they gave him his food, he walked outside, sat on the sidewalk and ate his food. The Burger King was empty except for us. He despised us without knowing us. Oh, I remember. I remember how for one second I hated my brown eyes, brown hair and the permanent golden tan on my skin. But why should I ever feel that way?
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| Proud to be Latina. |
In an ideal world, no one would be judged by the color of their skin, but rather for the content of their character. Isn't that what Martin Luther King, Jr. dreamed of? It seems unreachable, but for the sake of my future children, their children, and the children of their children, I hope we keep trying. I love America dearly regardless of all the negativity we face and are dealt with, but I don't want to wake up one day and realize that nothing ever changed.
America, lets learn to love and stop the hating. Please.
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