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My dad was 180 degrees different than my mom. He wasn't bigoted at all. He grew up poor in a migrant farmworker family. They worked in Texas and moved north following crops, all the way up to MI to pick blueberries.
He recalls becoming cognizant of the signs during segregation in the South that against blacks. He said it made him sick and refused to enter those establishments. I think it resonated because whites in south Texas were super racist against Mexicans.
But ignorant asses, like my mom, internalize that shit and then treat even more marginalized people worse. I can't freaking stand racist Latinos...fuck them in their asses with a hot poker.
My father was an engineer and occasionally worked in machine shops with immigrants. He would tell us stories when we were little of how they ate with only tortillas, which fascinated him. It was clear he respected their work ethic too. I have always had a profound respect for Mexico/Mexicans. It started with him.
I’ve also had a negative inverted racial experience with an old black woman. My Cuban GF looked white and we were in the ER with my daughter and they were fighting over seating or some lame BS. I was concerned for my kid and wasn’t really paying attention. My GF was notorious for being mouthy AF tho. The black lady tried to drag me into it and I was like I do not have an issue with you while she was calling me a white bitch. It was so ugly. I told her you can hate me for being white, but I’m never going to pass this racist shit down to my child. I excused myself after telling her goodnight.