Copabanana
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You know I was going to extol CA where non-whites are over fifty percent of the population until I thought about it for two seconds.in five years I've never seen an Hispanic person other than shopping in a store or working in someone's yard or house.
M drives me to work where easily 50 percent of the custody officers are Latinos. Of the dozen or so who he has met who are MX only one has spoken Spanish to him. One called a SGT to follow him, even though he was outside the guard gate. And today, the nice one, who spoke Spanish to him asked what the nature of our relationships was.
Well, we are clearly a couple. We kiss goodbye and hello. We are about the same age. Old. We are together every workday. But his driver's license indicates his non-resident status and I am a doctor. Even though there is no racial difference--he looks Spanish and I am Mediterranean--it is getting clearer to me that to the world we do not belong together. My small city is half Latino--but it is dawning on me that many believe we are supposed to stay socially divided. I am from an old white family. On that side: A racist one. My mother was not wanted, either.
My life with M is 100 percent in the Mexican community. We were welcomed warmly into the very tiny Jewish community here--through my Mother--I am Jewish, but after my Mom's death, which was the impetus to joining, I could not keep it up. I never really noticed anybody was paying attention to M and I. It seems they might have been.
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