PLEASE, DON'T CALL ME WHITEY!


Hey, Whitey! I was 73 years old when I first consulted my birth certificate on the subject and found out I am W-H-I-T-E. Please, can't we do this again? I consulted my Motor Vehicle Driver's License and I discovered that I am Caucasian. What is that? I really was not sure, so I looked it up in the Dictionary. This is what I found out;

"1. of or relating to the Caucasus or its inhabitants,”

“2 (a): of or relating to the white race of mankind as classified according to physical features (b): of or relating to the white race as defined by law specifically as composed of persons of European, No. African, or southwest Asian ancestry."

Since I remained confused I requested help from the Department Vital Statistics of my State. I got a copy of my Birth Certificate.

My Certificate of Birth


Birth


Both Parents Were White, Oh My! Oh My!

They say I am W-H--I-T-E. Now what do I do. I have been telling everyone who wanted to know, and some who did not or did not care, that I am a Mexican; or I am a Chicano, or I am a Chicas Patas. I eventually coined my own term, I am an Indo-Hispanic.

Que polémica.

Read On! Enjoy!





God Bless America




By José Andrés "Andy" Chacón, DBA


Free Lance Writer & Ex-Adjunct Professor, UNM
Chicano Motivational Speaker.