First of all I would like to state that I am a 1/4 Mexican American, 1/4, Native American and 1/2 irish.  I totally can understand first hand,  the discrimination faced by many Mexican Americans.  I myself worked for an American Company where I found myself having to hide my Mexican heritage.  I know this sounds really bad, but when I started with this company my boss just kept saying he would not hire any Mexicans.  Jobs where so hard to find, so I kept my mouth shut.  Throughout this man’s career of being my supervisor, the other employee’s would even talk about Mexicans like dogs.  It hurt me more than you will ever know.  Eventually I ended up with this man’s job.  You would think that with me getting a promotion, this would make me feel much better, it didn’t.  While I was cleaning out my ex-boss’s desk I found his pay stub.  He had been with the company only a year more than I and made 300.00 a week more than me plus a insurance package on top of it.  When I received his job it was minus the 300.00 a week and no mention of insurance.  It bothered me because I couldn’t figure out why the company did not give my what the previous manager was being paid.  I kept asking myself if it was because I was a minority,a woman or both.  Having said that I am no longer with that company, I ended up getting sick and having to resign.  I think this was for the best, because this experience really opened my eyes on how cruel people are when they belittle someones race.  I know with all my heart these people would not have the guts to say things to my face, but would be happy to do it behind my back.  This lead me to the question why were people so terrible toward Mexican Americans.

Well my answer was right in front of me.  What I mean by right in front of me, I mean my husbands first hand experience.  A few years ago ( before I went to work full time)   he was working for a small general contractor that was providing the installation of sheetrock  for a residential housing addition.  Times were so hard for us,.  We had lost everything we had in a tornado and we were living in my dad’s garage and had converted it into a living quarters.  We lived paycheck to paycheck.  Our prayers had been answered my husband had found a job and it was our .  My husband started working on a Tuesday and was so happy.  When he went back on Wednesday morning, he found that all the sheetrock was hung and finished.  He look at his boss with amazement.  He then received the heart wrenching news.  A team of 20illegal Mexican Immigrants had came in and finished the house they were working on overnight for a quarter of the cost.  We were heartbroken.  No work equaled no money for our family.   My husband had started one job after another each time getting bumped off by illegal teams of constructions workers.   

 I believe people judge the Mexican Americans based on what the illegals are doing to all Americans and I think it is terribly wrong.  I could only hope that the world will change and start seeing people for who they are, not by race. Everyone knows, we are not supposed to judge one another in the first place, but I catch myself sometimes doing it , then I just remind myself of what had happened to my family.