Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.


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videohall:

Baby deer cries every time it tries to be put down

"He’s spolt. We have spolt a wild baby deer."

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tonystarkismybff:

literally the funniest thing on the internet

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wwolfparty:

when you really hate the fuck out of someone but you cant say shit because everyone else loves them and you know deep down in your cold dead heart that they’re a terrible person

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tac0army I am okay in the sense that I am not dead. I will be otherwise okay after 4 Klonopin + 2 bottles of wine.

tac0army I am okay in the sense that I am not dead. I will be otherwise okay after 4 Klonopin + 2 bottles of wine.


tac0army:

quitcryingplease:

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I secretly LOVE LOVE LOVE PF, so please let me know how you like it! One day, I will have money again and I will replenish mah cosemticx!!

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tac0army:

quitcryingplease:

@brittv813 got me a new eye liner that ive been wanting to try for a while 😺 its the Physicians Formula Eye Booster liner (color: ultra black) that @jonnachaos was raving about on youtube. Yay! i like that he enables me with my obession. Its a trade off because i enable him with his (records). Haha.

I secretly LOVE LOVE LOVE PF, so please let me know how you like it! One day, I will have money again and I will replenish mah cosemticx!!

I WANT DIS TELL ME HOW IT DO quitcryingplease

straylightjay:

10 questions to never ask a transgender person by Laura Jane Grace

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tastefullyoffensive:

The 6th Spice Girl. [via]

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The 6th Spice Girl. [via]

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Just had a blowout

And I’m not talking about my hair. On the side of the interstate, unable to walk, stuck in my truck with no spare tire (which I took out of my truck to make room for my wheelchair).

Fucking fuck my life.