“Berenice, you are the whitest Mexican I have ever met!” said my co-worker Janine one morning.
I do not remember what I was doing exactly, but apparently it was not Mexican enough or at all. As we normally did after one of these comments, we had a hardy laugh and moved on. Sometimes I would surprise her and do something she considered to be Mexican.
For example, I made my coffee from instant rather than use the coffee maker.
She said, “Now that is Mexican, Bernie” and started giggling.
I had no idea that my preferred method of brewing a good cup of Joe associated me directly with my culture. Again, I did not take offense to her observations. It is not in my nature to take things the wrong way, but I often replied with a swift middle finger hand gesture followed by a loving reply.
In this instance, I said to Janine, “You’re such a bitch.”
She does not take offense to this. It is just the way we have always gotten along. I know she does not mean to hurt my feelings and I know that she is not racist. Most people that throw out comments like that to me, I would not consider racists. Especially Janine. She is Hawaiian and goes through the same type of stereotypical situations as I do. She laughs when people expect all their traditional dishes to contain pineapple! She does as I do, take it in stride.
Sometimes I like to throw people off and act like I do get offended. All I do is give them a serious look and the raise of an eyebrow. That does the trick and stops them in their tracks. It makes them uncomfortable for a few seconds until I start laughing. After some looks of relief and I tell them that it is okay, we are all laughing together. I can only pull this off with people that do not know me very well.
I suppose I am just not as Mexican as people expect me to be. I am not as Mexican as I think I am. "
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