Today was a rainy day and my mom and I stopped at McDonalds so I could get a cheap ice cream come that I had been so craving (and a sundae to bring to my grandma). I bumped into a girl who was in my class this past semester who was working at the front counter and we said our hellos, she’s very nice. My mom afterwards made a big deal about there being so many young kids there instead of Mexicans and how “refreshing” that was. She compared to my long job search (from May 2012-October 2012..not very long). She said that it was nice that high school and college aged kids could have some money as compared to those ILLEGALS that she had said inhabiated her work place.
This made me very angry.
I asked if she knew for sure if they were illegal.
No.
If she had seen the visas or were in any way tied with these people so that she could work directly with them?
No.
Apparently my own mother does not know how a work visa functions either because she said a girl got sent back after her visa was up. She presumed this was because she was ILLEGAL.My mom actually believes that people who have to support whole families, in the country or outside, should come second to teenage kids, many who live at home and are mainly supported by families (as I am).
I was disgusted. It was brought up against at dinner and my brother exclaimed how we “SHOULDN’T GET HIM STARTED” about those “damned illegals” and then my dad came up with something that made me very happy.
Have you ever been the new kid in class?
IT’s tough to to fit in, to get started. Just like the Irish a hundred years ago, these people are discriminated against because they are the new kids.
My brother did not like this at all.
He got in an uproar and asked my dad a very rude question (involving are you a _____ lover?)
My dad laughed and said no, I’m just a neutral party. Not a bigot.
And he smiled at me and we finished our pizza.