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Okay, this one’s going to be shorter than normal, but it makes a good point. I take great pride in that I can see any person, of any race, as just exactly the person they are. That having been said,we still have a big racism problem in this country, but where does it come from? I won’t be so crass as to offer an answer, but I will relate to you a little story about my day that has to be told. Despite all the important things I had to do today, my mother, you may call her “Dukes,” calls out of the blue to ask me if I want to go with her to run some errands around DE. She doesn’t know the area very well, so I happily obliged. Around eleven or twelve, we stop into a Mexican Restaurant for lunch. Now, I’m compelled to explain that this place IS a Mexican restaurant and very proudly so. However, I find it entertaining to point out subtle racist influences as a means to make my peers laugh on occasion. I take a gander at the menu, some good-looking food, nothing crazy, and then I spot the “Lunch Menu.” I kid you not, every item on the lunch menu had something to do with eggs. There was even a breakfast burrito listed directly beneath the header which stated that the lunch menu was served from eleven A.M until three P.M. Now there are different types of “Mexican” restaurants. We have the Taco Bell, which is the burger king of Spanish cuisine, however tasty it really is. We have restaurants like this one, which serve much more authentic Spanish food, but are still very friendly, yet quite racist under the rug. You have large-chain places that try to teach you how to speak Spanish right on the menu, although your waiter’s name is Shareece. There’s even one down the road from me that I used to love until it closed. That is, closed to Gringo’s unless you are dating a HIspanic person who works there or is a regular. Now, that pisses me off, but at least they’re honest. Back to today. At first, I thought it was really funny that a Mexican restaurant would have a breakfast burrito on their lunch menu. I mean, it’s a racist old white guy’s wet dream, which is another excuse to call Mexicans lazy. However, it hit me fast and hard. This place only had two other people there, white “businesswomen” on a “business lunch.” They had a snowman on the wall in front of my face and I heard “Silver Bells” over the loudspeaker and nothing about Feliz Navidad. This place was completely geared toward white people! It’s as plain as day now, that they were calling us exactly what an old, white, douchebag would probably call them after a six-pack of Pabst and a long day of firing a shotgun at nothing! This was so subtle, I don’t think they even realized it when making the menu! Look guys, we CAN beat racism, but it’s gotta go both ways. I couldn’t mean this in a more sincere and less provocational way, so no offence is necessary. I have had the priviledge of being raised very well and have a very United Colors of Benneton-type circle of friends from all walks of life. But none of them have ever been enslaved or even know someone who has. They’ve been persecuted about as much as I have. There’s no college fund for a twenty-two year-old white kid fresh out of the military who has no arrest record and high ACT scores, but nowhere near enough money to go to college. I don’t think there should be. I think we should try giving away random scholarships and see what happens. It can’t be any bigger a waste of money than most free scholarships out there already and who knows? We might just get another national genius out of it. At any rate, I’m sitting here, watching the sun come up, and as I waste my time blogging before bed I warn you. Be nice to those who wake up at eleven A.M. They’re awake when you’re sleeping…

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