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I really can't correctly recall any racism against me at all. I grew up in a predominately Mexican school and was taken care of after school by a Mexican babysitter basically and I even ended up calling the woman who took care of me most nana.
In school I think I might've been called whiteboy and cracker but I don't remember clearly. I did get into fights but not over race, but because I was getting picked on and I was defending myself. There was an incident where I got pulled over at my girlfriend's house and she was with me. She's Mexican and lives in a surrounding area in Tempe called Guadalupe, which is basically little Mexico. Anyways I get pulled over in my mind for no real reason. I get asked for my driver's license and insurance, he goes back to check it. My girlfriend told me that she encountered that cop before and he had made a racist comment towards her. At that moment I was just hoping the cop would slip up and say something again racist. I literally became enraged at that and would have loved to have pounded the shit out of him. He did nothing told me I was pulled over for having a headlight out, which I've been driving around for awhile at the time with it out and have passed cops before. That's the extent of my racism experience. Jam it back in, in the dark. |