The store roared with laughter. I turned and left quickly. The odd thing is I thought it was hilarious. It was one of the funniest moments of my life.
When I returned I told the pot dealer that they really didn’t like white people around here. She looked at me and said, “No, we don’t.” I explained what happened and she gave us the pot for a cheaper price.
“We don’t see this as New Mexico,” she explained. “This is old Mexico that was stolen by whites.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I knew the history. It’s obvious where we stand. The reason it’s funny when people are racist against me is because I’m a white male. I am in the dominant class. This sort of attitude is not a threat to my security as a human. It’s not so funny when a way of life and a place to live has been taken by force and replaced with oppression.
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