Some of the rich ones were from Puerto Rico, too, but when I tried to claim a shared heritage with them, and told them about the town my family was from and my childhood in New York, they quickly told me they were real Puerto Ricans and I was something different: a “Nuyorican.” All the different categories separating us were hard to grasp and keep track of. Before Donlon, everyone in my orbit was either from PR or DR. And to anyone else who wasn’t one of us, we were just “Spanish.”
