A long walk for nothing.
{the dog, a snarling blur, streams of slobber trailing behind, bounds after me; a kid, some distance off, calls out}
"My dog don't like Mexicans... !"
Strangely enough, I hadn't seen any "Mexicans" on the road all morning. It was merely my misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and appear brown (a sexy, bronze, brown, I might add). Shaken, I crouched and put up my fists. I wasn't going down without a fight. I was pissed now.
"Fuck you... !" I screamed, voice rising and cracking on the vowel. And I charged the dog, intending to tear it's heart out either through its' throat or ass. If successful, I'd have happily murdered the kid
(I know, bravado, long after the fact, annoys me as well). And then, a funny thing happened. The dog turned around and ran away. I chased it. I actually passed the kid in the road as I chased his dog. And he turned to look at me with a puzzled look on his face, like, "what?" ..."Fuck you... !" I wheezed.
As petty as it all was, I felt triumphant.
Something I've long suspected but always kept to myself was the notion that white people hate "Mexicans". I get an odd feeling reading what I just wrote right there. I only realize you have to possess some serious hang ups to think along those lines -when I see the thought in print. Otherwise, it not only seems plausible, but it seems like a fucked up fact of life. If not, then perhaps it's just Arizona that's a bit racist, which is as likely as a dog that don't like Mexicans.
{the dog, a snarling blur, streams of slobber trailing behind, bounds after me; a kid, some distance off, calls out}
"My dog don't like Mexicans... !"
Strangely enough, I hadn't seen any "Mexicans" on the road all morning. It was merely my misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and appear brown (a sexy, bronze, brown, I might add). Shaken, I crouched and put up my fists. I wasn't going down without a fight. I was pissed now.
"Fuck you... !" I screamed, voice rising and cracking on the vowel. And I charged the dog, intending to tear it's heart out either through its' throat or ass. If successful, I'd have happily murdered the kid
(I know, bravado, long after the fact, annoys me as well). And then, a funny thing happened. The dog turned around and ran away. I chased it. I actually passed the kid in the road as I chased his dog. And he turned to look at me with a puzzled look on his face, like, "what?" ..."Fuck you... !" I wheezed.
As petty as it all was, I felt triumphant.
Something I've long suspected but always kept to myself was the notion that white people hate "Mexicans". I get an odd feeling reading what I just wrote right there. I only realize you have to possess some serious hang ups to think along those lines -when I see the thought in print. Otherwise, it not only seems plausible, but it seems like a fucked up fact of life. If not, then perhaps it's just Arizona that's a bit racist, which is as likely as a dog that don't like Mexicans.