Chapter 4: My First Experiences With Racism in America
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We were walking down one of the few commercial streets in Brenham, Texas when some guys in a pickup truck just started shouting nigger and, if I remember correctly, something about being in the wrong part of town. It was directed solely at me because while we were all Latinos walking down that street, I was the…
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