My mother is racist. It is impossible for us to deny this any longer. See my niece, Francine, is getting married in few weeks at McKinley Park’s Rose Garden in Sacramento. It promises to be a lovely affair with my older brother, Tony, officiating and sister-in-law, Ana, singing. Now McKinley is within walking distance to my parents home and is one of most beautiful places in Sacramento. But Peggy refuses to go. Why one wonders? As she told me it was because it was going to be too hot and her bones hurt when it gets too hot. This must be some sort of new disease running in the family (see previous post). Then of course there is the fact that Peggy has favorite grandchildren and Francine does not qualify for that position. But the number one reason she decided she was not going is because Francine’s is half Mexican and the guy she is marrying is black and southern. This means, according to my mother, that there will be lots of drinking which will bring about violence and danger. Besides she does not condone mixed marriages because no good could come out of it and the marriage never last. Hhhhmmmm…Did I miss something? Last I checked her husband of 49 years is a southern black man and Peggy is of Portuguese. would that mean that we are no good and that when she was calling us “goddamned kids” she meant literally and not as a term of endearment as I always thought? And are not half of us married to Mexican. So does that mean that they are doomed and the children are no good? What about her favorites? Are they worse off because they are all half white? And of those that chose a black man to marry? What does that make us? And most importantly how did you get from a simple wedding to a danger zone? I mean really…I must ask God again…Are you sure I am not adopted?
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