Mexicans

There are too many Mexicans in my life. At this current point in my life I have dated two, and had one bike stolen by a Mexican. Wow, I'm really offensive. There are some Mexicans I am fond of, such as the little man at Taco Shop. He knows me and my order and it's very endearing. However, it's not my fault that I have these prejudices. When I was home in Gilbert last my dad made a wonderfully humorous black joke. Of course I laughed and said to him, "this is why I'm a tad racist Dad." For some reason this really offended him. It's not like either of us can help it. When you are an upper-middle class, Mormon, Glenn Beck loving, white man I feel like it just comes with a territory.

Story time.

A few weeks ago, my beloved beach cruiser was cruelly stolen. The lock was left next to the spot where it last was and everything. In my sadness, I posted a Facebook status that read, "Mexicans of Tucson: if i see you riding a bike with a pink basket, not only will you look stupid, but you will have hell to pay." I guess this is offensive?

Next thing I know I get a message from one of my Facebook "friends" ranting on about how sad it is that people from our generation can be so heartlessly cruel to one race. I did feel a little bad but I replied to this message with, "IT'S NOT RACIST IF IT's TRUE."

"In order to get beyond racism, we must first take account of race. There is no other way. And in order to treat some persons equally, we must treat them differently." -Harry A. Blackmun