White Trash
A boy from New Orleans shows up a week and a half after Hurricane Katrina. Being one of only a handful of white kids at our school, he is a little edgy and approaches another white student cautiously.
“I’ve never been at a school with so many Hispanics,” he whispers.
“It’s Latino. Only the government uses Hispanic.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, and if I were you, I would tell everyone that you’re half-Mexican. It’s what I did. There’s a lot of really light