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Just got back from work. Gotta tell this story.
I was with my client and her family as they shopped. It's me, my client, my client's brother, her mother and her cousin. Ok so we're out getting my client some sneakers and her brother goes to get us all drinks. My client asks for coconut, but her brother says they only have lemonade. So after he got us all drinks he comes back and thinks for a while then apologizes to my client saying they may have had coconut. He says to his mother "blanco es coco, verdad?" I replied, "usually, yes." So the cousin is like "you speak a lil Spanish?" I said yes, then he asks me what I am. Oh... my! OH MY!!! Apparently I'm one of the few left of a long lost breed of regular old black folks. lol
Me: I'm black. *smiles* [Morenas! What?!?!?!]
The cousin: No I mean where are you from?
The brother: He means what country are you from.
Me: America.
The cousin: No I mean like are you Dominican, Jamaican, Puerto Rican....
Me: I'm regular old black.
The cousin: Nah, you gotta have somethin else in you. Nowadays everybody got something else in them. [=/!!!!!!!]
Me: Oh no, there's a few of us regular old black folks left. It's a couple of us runnin around here and there.
Then he questioned how I would know Spanish as if you have to have hispanic background in order to know it. Like people don't... learn languages. Oh... MY!!!!
Ok he had to have been about 16 no older than 17, but still... That was too much. But it makes me wonder if kids growing up now really think like that. Since all of a sudden everyone wants to be "mixed" and lay claim to their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather who spent three months on a reservation, which of course makes him honorary Cherokee... you know.... they're mixed!!! If I have to be the last surviving plain old black chick, so be it.
I was with my client and her family as they shopped. It's me, my client, my client's brother, her mother and her cousin. Ok so we're out getting my client some sneakers and her brother goes to get us all drinks. My client asks for coconut, but her brother says they only have lemonade. So after he got us all drinks he comes back and thinks for a while then apologizes to my client saying they may have had coconut. He says to his mother "blanco es coco, verdad?" I replied, "usually, yes." So the cousin is like "you speak a lil Spanish?" I said yes, then he asks me what I am. Oh... my! OH MY!!! Apparently I'm one of the few left of a long lost breed of regular old black folks. lol
Me: I'm black. *smiles* [Morenas! What?!?!?!]
The cousin: No I mean where are you from?
The brother: He means what country are you from.
Me: America.
The cousin: No I mean like are you Dominican, Jamaican, Puerto Rican....
Me: I'm regular old black.
The cousin: Nah, you gotta have somethin else in you. Nowadays everybody got something else in them. [=/!!!!!!!]
Me: Oh no, there's a few of us regular old black folks left. It's a couple of us runnin around here and there.
Then he questioned how I would know Spanish as if you have to have hispanic background in order to know it. Like people don't... learn languages. Oh... MY!!!!
Ok he had to have been about 16 no older than 17, but still... That was too much. But it makes me wonder if kids growing up now really think like that. Since all of a sudden everyone wants to be "mixed" and lay claim to their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather who spent three months on a reservation, which of course makes him honorary Cherokee... you know.... they're mixed!!! If I have to be the last surviving plain old black chick, so be it.