Me: *feels upset and stressed*
Betty: What's wrong, babe?
Me: Jose said I am not allowed to speak to Hispanic girls.
Betty: Who's Jose?
Me: Some guy from Connecticut.
Betty: Well, I'm Hispanic, and you're my friend. So, Jose doesn't know what he's talking about. Isn't he Hispanic, himself?
Me: Yes, he's Puerto Rican.
Betty: Don't listen to what he says okay? You can talk to me. And just know, I have nothing against black people.
Me: Thanks.
Betty: You're welcome, babe!
Danielle: Are you Mexican?
Betty: Mexican-American, Danielle. I was born in Arizona.
Danielle: Okay.
Betty: Yeah.
This story was written on Sunday, May 24th, 2020.
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