It was three in the afternoon and there were a couple of men across the street. They walked down the street opposite of McDonalds in which I was working. There was nothing conspicuous about them or particularly noticeable so I continued to work on my English essay. A few minutes later I got up, stretched and looked outside the window. Something did not look right. In the alleyway just up the street I saw three men punching and kicking what looked like another man on the ground. It suddenly occurred to me that these were the same men that I had seen walking down the street a couple of minutes ago.
I stood there motionless watching the poor guy getting the shit beaten out of him. I assumed it was just another drug dispute in the open streets of America, but as I looked closer, something became very obvious. These were three typical Caucasian Americans beating up what looked like a man from a Mexican background. It was a blatant act of discrimination.
I continued to watch, frozen in shock and not knowing what to do. The three men continued to throw punches at the poor man even though he was on the ground. A pool of blood began to form around the area. The three Caucasian men did not even notice this. They continued to punch the man as if he was an old sack of potatoes. As beating continued, I looked around and not one car or person passing by decided to stop and help this poor man! Luckily the three men started to leave.
The man got up and began to brush the blood off, he grabbed a used napkin off the ground and began wiping the tears off his face. As he left the alleyway, he took off his bloody jacket and threw it into the dumpster. His t-shirt underneath read, “I love USA!”
