When I got home, Samantha was furious. She knew I was friends with people from all walks of life, including different ethnicities and religions. She knew I knew better. She said that I was friends with lots of Muslims and Hispanics and there I was, cheering on a racist pig. How could I support Trump when he said such terrible things about Mexicans? “This is going to be really bad,” she said. “Your grandmother was born in Buenos Aires, for God’s sake,” my son Jake said.
