Descriptive Mexicans In America

Let’s be honest. There is an underlying current of condescension towards Mexicans in America. They are often associated with illegal immigration, low-wage jobs, gangs, poverty, crime, the lower tier. A radiant sun sparkled in a deep blue sky, birds chirped, bees buzzed, and an occasional breeze of fresh cool air drifted by, refreshing the image of an already flawless setting. There could not have been a better day to celebrate the Fourth of July with a picnic at the park, which is always a fascinating sight to behold when it involves my family. My dad’s Jewish background and my mom’s Mexican heritage form a very rare and atypical mix that is most definitely an acquired taste. I can remember sitting down when all of a sudden a weird sensation hit my nostrils as the wind carried the smell of both enchiladas and gefilte fish into my nasal cavity, definitely an acquired scent. The crammed table contained so many delicacies and unique dishes that it seemed as though I were in the middle of two completely different worlds trying to combine into one unified culture. For me, however, there has always been some tension between both sides of my family when they come face to face, and I have always found it difficult to completely immerse myself in both lifestyles.
Being raised in an isolated Jewish environment, I
I began to value the fact that my body has Mexican blood coursing through its veins and arteries. My Mexican heritage no longer seemed abnormal, and I began to cherish the moments devoted to my cousins every year. Instead of trying to distinguish myself from them, I searched for ways to make myself more like them and appreciate the diversity of my background. I fell in love with my other half and couldn’t imagine having ever not wanted to engage in such a marvelous culture. The only challenge I now faced was being able to stay intact with both