Things aren't always what they seem.

Essay by hgarza1College, UndergraduateA, February 1996

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As a Hispanic young man, I have witnessed many racial remarks and expressions.

Many people think I am Anglo-Saxon because I am light complected. I have not only

noticed racial slurs from Angle's, but also from Hispanics. People tend to open up in front

of me, because some of them think I am Anglo-Saxon and do not know Spanish. I can

recall the first day of summer school, my first day of work, and the time that Anglos' stare

at my girlfriend wondering why I left their race for a hispanic girl.

My first day of summer school was a day I will never forget. As I walked into my

class the students just looked up at me and stared as if I was a portrait. In a polite

manner, the teacher told me to sit next to those girls at the corner. At first they were quiet

and then the whispers began.

"Oye chulo," they began to call me. I didn't know what to

do, so I did what any guy with a great girlfriend would do, played dumb. Then they began

telling each other that I was probably rich and conceited. Their remarks about my clothing

and the color of my eyes and hair, surprised me. I was not upset because they were

Hispanic. I am sure that I would have been mad if an Anglo-saxon girl would have talked

bad about a hispanic guy or girl.

Another time hispanics thought I was Anglo-saxon, was when my best friend's dad

got me a job at his company. The first day he showed me around and majority of the

workers were hispanic; once again they all looked at me again. My first encounter with

my racist co-workers was during lunch. As I sat down to eat my sandwich, the...