“Fucking wetback.” The words came from somewhere behind me. They cut through the noise in my head and stopped my thoughts cold. Something about racial slurs has that effect on me. It’s like someone yelling fuck at church. The idea that someone can think being a certain color or from a certain place makes you better or worse than anyone else is a level of stupidity I can’t wrap my head around. Sadly, it’s also the kind of profound stupidity I’d been surrounded by since coming back from Puerto Rico.
