Cinco De Mayo

So at about Midnight on May 5th I was out walking. I know a young teenage girl should not be out walking at night alone but it is the only time that I am ever able to think and I needed to take care of something. I will say that I normally don't walk on the main roads that I was walking this time. Anyways when I am walking day or night I often get offered rides. Especially when my hair is down or I am wearing a skirt. I am only offered rides by older men mainly white however, on this cool evening a Mexican with a Spanish accent, and a car that "Mexicans" drive without the paint job ask me if I needed a lift. I of course declined however, I was terrified. I am half Mexican and half white and I was scared of my own kind offering me a ride. When white guys offer me rides I am just creeped out but a Mexican, I was scared. I find that horrendous. I have become so accustom to the stereo types that society have placed on me that I am nervous of my own kind. I don't know about you but thats just wrong. Then when I tried to explain it to my mom she didn't get it because she is completely white. I tried to explain it as though she was walking and she was offered a ride by an older black man and then she reminded me that she wasn't black. I explained it to my other friend who were white but they didn't get it but then I explained it to one of my Mexican friends and they were the one who explained it was because of stereo types forced upon us.

What I learned from a peer review: White VS Mexican

So if you didn't know I am 1/2 Mexican and 1/2 White. There is most defiantly a battle between the two. During the peer-review I started to see the anger that my Mexican half has towards my white half. My father has anger towards white people along with the rest of that half of my family. My father tells the story of when my great grandmother was a little girl and the white man came and said if her family didn't move away then they were going to kill them all. My dad and his siblings would look at her and asked what her family did and my great grandmother would that she was here wasn't she. That they had moved. My dad is always talking like my white half looks down on me because I am a mix. I think that they are neutral but my I was taught anger so I react with anger. I have anger towards the Mexican half for the stereotype of being hard laborers. What is a girl to do?

Good ol Ted

I like how Sherman Alexie portrayed Ted. I say this because people like Ted actually exist. I know some of them. They are very odd. They are as wide eyed as Ted where they want to be Native American. They crave it. I think if there was a shroom that could make them go though the process of be coming an Indian. I know that being a mix of Mexican and white I see people who think they were mex in a past life and it matters now.