I've never been racist in my life. In fact I come from a blended family. My maternal grandmother had thirteen children (eight girls and five boys) and all but four married or had children with a partner from a different ethnic group. I have cousins who are half black, half Native American, half Persian, half Samoan etc.
But a family of Mexicans recently moved in next door to me. And I'm not talking educated middle class Mexicans. The parents seem to be wetbacks (along with the rest of the older relatives) while the youngsters are all hood rat "gangstas".
I'm a working man. I bust my ass all day and when I come home I want to relax. But now all I get is Banda and Mariachi music from dusk til dawn. That's when the kids aren't bumping hip hop so loud my walls vibrate. And every holiday or birthday (even if it's a 2 year old's birthday) is an excuse for the grown-ups to get rip roaring drunk.
Whenever you try and discuss matters with them, they suddenly "no speak English". Or they don't answer the door at all. And the dogs. How many dogs can one family own? And all of them bark throughout the night. Do they make them be quiet? Hell no they don't.
As I type it's 3:16 in the morning. It's 28 degrees (F) outside and drizzling rain (in other words it's cold as fuck and wet) and these motherfuckers are crowded around a barrel fire in their backyard laughing and heehawing and baying at the moon over round after round of cerveza like it's some kind of summer picnic. They've been at it since 10 p.m.
I've already given my landlord notice. I'm getting the hell out as soon as my lease expires in February and moving someplace without these Tijuana cockroaches (not that it'll be easy, seeing as how they now infest the deep south, midwest and Atlantic seaboard). It's a damn shame how we just laid down and let these motherfuckers invade the country.