Sucedió de nuevo

What the title of this post means, at least according to Google translate is “it happened again.”

What happened again, one might be inquiring?

Oh nothing much, just being mistaken for a Hispanic.  Again.

When it first happened to me in my own neighborhood, I figured it was mostly on account of naïve and sheltered black kids not being educated in the double standard of flinging stones while telling others stones can’t be flung at them, or they were just dumb kids.  Perhaps both.

However, given the general intelligence, or lack thereof, of the people that live in my own neighborhood, it wasn’t really that big of a surprise that there are kids dumb as bricks that have apparently never seen an Asian person in their entire lives.  Seriously, when I finally told them that I wasn’t Hispanic, their second guess was French, and their third guess was Italian.

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