I'll be hiding behind my quarter hispanic label if they come knocking on our doors. Not that my virtue signaling white as fuck extended family cares. To them, hispanics are ppoverty stricken immigrants who deserve the best in order to get up. I don't count im their eyes- whoch I get. What kills me is that my Dad doesn't count either, and while he's doing fine now, he fit into their stereotypical image of a poor soul needing assistance when he was younger (1 of 7 siblings, father died when he was a teen, worked full time going to college full time and gave money he earned to support his younger family members and nieces and nephews born to his teenage sister).

They look at him, and just cause he inherited a white phenotype and never talks about it, they go say he isn't hispanic. Like. His father literally was.

If they're for hispanics, but my father nor doesn't count in their eyes, then. It makes me feel crazyyyy.

Imprompto rant over