This is accordinate to Today's, May 01, 2006, hispanic boycott in DC.
This morning I got up, did the usual morning stuff, getting ready for school. I already knew last night that there is going to be a boycott full of immagrative
"beaners" the next day. I laughed. But, today left me in a thought of confusion, until now.
I walk up to my bus stop. Usualy there are about 20 kids there. I know 10 of them.
But there was absolutely no one there. It was completely silent, no sign of anyone. Then two of my friends come to the bus stop.
Now... I know for a fact that those two have no Hispanic blood in them. At all. There are another two people there that do have Hispanic blood in them. Guess what? They didn't show up.
I never thought at that time, "Hey, maybe its because of the boycott". So I got on the bus, and went to school.
In fourth period, we had our normal class, like we do everyday. Around the middle of class, these two Hispanic kids come in and sit in the back. Teachers said that they had detention in the classroom for the rest of the day. At that time I did think about it. The funny thing is that one of my friends yelled out "Immigration!", and we fell to the floor laughing. He had gotten detention. Then our teacher tells us the little speech about "Respect", saying we are being racist and we know today there is a Hispanic boycott.
As she was telling us. The kids on the side were making something that the teacher asked them to. I asked what they were making.
"Fajitas"
I looked at the teacher in disgust. I called her a hypocrite. A hypocrite who doen't know what the hell she is saying. I told her, "You have the right to call us racist, and make fucking fajitas while ranting about it?! You make me sick."
I also heard the classroom next to us playing Mexican like music on the piano. I said, "All of you who work at this school are hypocrites".
Then I found out that over 50% of Hispanics who go to the school were absent today. I have no comment on how I feel about these spicks. It would be too graphic.
All these immigrants do is complain. We try to give you the best job we can, the best homes, the best transportation. If we do give you them, you destroy it!
There are a handful of those people that I respect. The ones who try to do something with their life, the ones who are clean, the ones who don't complain. To those people, I wish you the best of luck in the future. For the rest, die.