For reasons that I explained earlier (at https://feltonleague.com/2022/07/04/bad-journalism-2/) this blog, Felton League, will be discontinued; but there are still a few old articles that can be recycled like this one (with minor edits) from last November.
“Hola!”, was an unexpected greeting from a notably pallid bank teller in Santa Cruz with whom I expected to deposit a check. I paused briefly, and before I could ask if he could speak to me with English, he asked, “Hablas ingles?”. I paused again, and replied, perhaps with a Californian accent, “Yes; do you?”
As he efficiently adjusted his linguistic obligation and conducted the transaction, I felt compelled to mention that, on rare occasion, my complexion generates such misconception. I probably should have said nothing, and avoided the subsequent discourse.
“Where are you from?”, he asked.
“No, I mean where are you parents from?”
“Here, . . . Sunnyvale and Santa Clara.”
“Where were they originally from?”
As I wondered why white people believe that they and their ancestors were here before anyone else, I briefly explained that my very distant ancestors came to North America from Europe…
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