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DOn't let that bother you, Vash. I know sometimes its easier said then done. People will be who they are, can't change them as long as they don't harm you physically let em shoot their mouth off.
I had this couple old Italian neighbor next to the house my parents moved into in my last year of high school. They grew up on the 20s, built that house in 1929. Joe was a SOB when young according to the neighbor on the other side, Joaquin. They use to give him siht for marrying a white women. Johquin and his wife are like my second set of parents,great people. Not long after Joe's death, Rena, pretty nice lady IMO, said to me as I was walking across the lawn to my parents with my workman, David who happens to be Mexican American. Rena comes to me and said, " Jeff, I have a new gardener, a Mexican fallow. He's a good Mexican and wouldn't steal from me." I almost burst out laughing as I lean over to ask David if he was a good Mexican like her gardener. I often wonder what they would say about us after my family moved in behind our backs.
I grew up in a predominantly Mexican-American neighborhood. Talk about getting a dose of racist name calling. Thety still do that siht today.
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