The Birth of a Puerto
By Manuel Hernandez copyright@2006
Manny and Son
He came to the United States of America in the blizzard winter
Puerto Ricans began migrating to the United States as far
back in time
as the American Revolutionary War, but it was not until Americans
the Hispanic American War, and the Island of Puerto Rico became
territory that their presence as a community on United States
emerged. The new American military government installed in
in 1898 facilitated the slow but steady migration movement.
Manolo's father lost ownership of his property in 1880 to
landlord in the hills of an eastern coastal town in Puerto
Naguabo, and he welcomed his newly found American friends
with open arms.
Don Manuel was anxious to get his "finca"back and
became an ally of the
recently appointed authorities. Because of the family's financial
decline, young Manolo was asked to drop out of school to help
the family. The boy ran up and down the neighborhood promoting
selling his mother's candies and during the weekends he worked
courier in the barrio's bodega.
Don Manuel never got his finca back from the Americans. The
government was accompanied by a group of Americans called
and one of them bought the 120-acre finca at a discount price
outgoing Spanish landlord. Shortly after, he went bankrupt.
parents separated, and a great uncle needed help in his farm
steep Rio Blanco Hills in Naguabo, so he was sent there and
an enslaved horse from dawn to sunset. Even with the abolition
slavery, the boy's uncle practically owned the lives of more
mulattos which Uncle Saul hit with a horse's whip every time
they took a
break or sat down during the tormenting six-day fourteen hour
week. He was just another mouth to feed and was not discriminated
against when Uncle Saul one day caught him taking a quick
threw the thick and greasy whip at him with all his strength.
back was split open. His aunt ran with him to the local hospital
him patched up and ready for work the next day. That was the
he ever sat down while he worked at his Uncle's ranch.
With the change of government, a new immigration package
through local town representatives. There was an Island, much
Puerto Rico, they said, and territory in the Pacific called
Puerto Ricans were told that they could make a fortune and
the well being of their families there. The Hawaii's Sugar
was looking for cheap labor throughout the recently acquired
territories, and friendly recruiters promised comfortable
accommodations for the trip and good jobs and a promising
the migrants arrived and settled.
Manolo was in town running errands for Uncle Saul, and he
walked over to
the town plaza when he heard the news. He had turned eighteen
tired of being humiliated, enslaved and abused by Uncle Saul.
perfect for an escape. He listened carefully as they explained
lottery. It was a system where men were chosen to go to Hawaii
their job skills. There was a quota and a week later, Manolo's
was not chosen, but his cousin won the ticket, and one-day
when he got
drunk, Manolo challenged him over a deck of cards and won
In the late Island tropical winter of 1900, 200 men left
Puerto Rico en
route to Hawaii. In the two-week journey by ship to New Orleans,
train across land to San Francisco, and by ship again to Hawaii,
passengers suffered severe shortages of water and food, only
188 made it
alive to the San Francisco coastline. The survivors looked
It was a thunderous and rainy night when the loud and noisy
hit the dock. The Puerto Rican migrants were all lined up
in a can when three hundred American troops greeted them on
platform. The soldiers had stifling bayonets, and Manolo was
death. As he walked down the ship's broken wooden stairs and
the port, the freezing wind felt like it could cut his skin.
He had an
old worn sweater, and he felt the chilly breeze crawling in
of his body. His lips began peeling, his ears were like solid
his knees trembled like an earthquake. Although he was not
his aunt had taught him to stare at the palm of his hands
for good luck
and direction. When he looked at the line of the sun in his
seemed to be out of their usual position.
From there, the migrant corpses walked for about two miles
conspicuous eye of the soldiers. They were taken to giant
First the troops, then the rifles and now the trains. Manolo
worried. At two o'clock in the morning and while the soldiers
profusely, he and sixty-nine others jumped off the train and
compass ran north until early in the morning they reached
California town. They never made it to Hawaii.
After five months of intense and often heated discussions,
public hearings about whether the so-called Porto Ricans,
as the press
called them, should stay or sent back to Puerto Rico, the
allowed the migrants to stay as long as they agreed to stay
the town and work in the towering cornfields owned by the
They did not want any trouble and made them swear to keep
away from the
city limits or else. The new migrants founded a Puerto Rico
own in three former barn houses where they rested and slept
long twelve hour working days. The salary was five cents more
Manolo made in Puerto Rico, and he worked for five days only,
made the best of his situation because he did not want to
go back to
Puerto Rico. Going back to work for Uncle Saul was simply
out of the
He noticed her at church. Between the singing and worshipping,
dazed at a young and attractive girl. Maria was a beautiful
girl. The pastor had strict seating arrangements. Men and
women sat in
different aisles of the temple. She was very well guarded
and Maria's parents sat her in between them, making it practically
impossible for him to get a look at her. But he stared at
her when she
got up to sing and pray and could not avoid noticing her rocking
behind her pink dress. He thought they were simply enchanting.
She was fifteen years old, and he was twenty, but he could
She was olive-skinned, five-foot three inches tall with river
a guitar-like body and long brown silky hair. Maria was a
and her father was the mayordomo of the Mayor's ranch. She
oldest of seven sisters and the prettiest according to Manolo.
no way he could get close to her, so he decided to befriend
father. Don Juan Feliciano was a stern and stubborn man, but
persistent and little by little earned the respect of the
He ran errands for him and was the first man on the job in
In the meantime, he had been able to get eye contact and a
her in church, and he knew that she too liked him.
The Puerto Ricans got all they needed at the ranch. Don Feliciano
tough but fair administrator. As long as they did their work,
well. The Mayor provided them with food, drinks and monthly
events. A doctor came around twice a year for routine physical
It was at one of those parties that Manolo finally got the
speak to Maria. They spoke for about an hour, and there was
no doubt in
his mind that this was the girl that he wanted to marry. Maria
innocent young girl, and Manolo convinced her that he would
more liberty and freedom than her father. He lied, but he
wanted to kiss
her, hold her and get a hand on her smooth-looking breasts
Manolo worked side by side Don Feliciano and did everything
he could to
please the old man. It was just a matter of time before he
could ask him
for the girl's hand. One day while they sat down together
in the shade
after a long day's work, Manolo took advantage of the old
mood and broke the news:
"Don Feliciano, I'd like permission to have your daughter's
"What! Well, I don't know. She's only fifteen. "Tu
eres un viejo"
"Manolo you're a good man, hard-working and responsible,
but I think
we should talk about this later."
The old man was not convinced, but Manolo was enthusiastic
thing. He needed a woman, a wife and a family. After months
of mild and
sometimes heated discussions, Don Feliciano allowed Manolo
to talk to
Maria after the church services. This was not the best of
but he knew that in due time, Maria would be his for keeps.
another six months of courtship, Don Feliciano granted her
Manolo and María were married on December 27, 1903. It was
Puerto Rican-Mexican American wedding. There were about three
guests. Invitations were sent to relatives in Puerto Rico.
Only a couple
made the long ship ride to attend the wedding. It was a surprise,
Manolo fantasized at the thought of seeing his parents again.
to his dismay, Uncle Saul and his aunt walked down the port
swallowed hard and hugged him and his loving aunt. Manolo
extreme effort to bury the pain that he carried in his heart.
had the one-foot scar across his back. This was a time of
joy, and he
did not want to spoil the occasion. His parents sent him a
deed to a
small farm in the forsaken hills in Naguabo, Puerto Rico.
received the papers, which granted him ownership of a one-acre
lot in a
rocky and uphill territory in the so-called Rio Blanco Hills,
knew that he would never again go back to Puerto Rico.
Maria was an hour and a half late to the wedding, but she
made it, and
Manolo's stomach twisted and turned when the wedding music
bride. The church was packed. All the Puerto Ricans celebrated.
married the mayordomo's daughter, and his compatriots saw
it as a sense
of relief. Manolo would be in charge, they thought after Don
death. The old man had been complaining of chest pains lately,
Puerto Ricans were getting tired of his bullish ways. It was
of sorts, and Manolo had to break up a couple of shuffles
buddies and the Mexicans. They finally were able to head out
honeymoon. The Mayor was kind of enough to allow them to spend
days at his summer cottage near the sea. Manolo finally got
Manolo always wanted an old-fashion girl, but it meant that
have to work harder. He carried the financial burden of the
months and was deeply in debt. His father-in-law did not improve
working conditions, and his fellow Puerto Ricans started to
call him a
traitor. Don Feliciano got healthier and stronger, and he
did not seem
close to death at all. Thirty days after the wedding, and
Manolo the good news; she was pregnant and quit her job at
Her belly started jumping during the night, and he barely
hours each night. Her mood changes and cravings were getting
to him, and
he was getting tired of not being able to sleep with her every
It was getting hectic, and Manolo was already thinking of
going back to
Puerto Rico, but the idea of becoming a father and his need
got him through difficult times, turmoil and hardship.
The boy's birth did not come without pain. Maria's pregnancy
the expected nine months. Exactly twenty-one days after Maria's
of pregnancy, Manolo heard his wife shouting:
"Oh Manolo, it's the baby," cried María with thick
tears in her eyes.
"What?" He shouted.
"Mi amor, I think it's him. Oh Dios mio! I can't take
"María hold on. Let me get the horses."
"Manolo. I can't wait. Busca a mama."
After a grueling seventy-two hours of child labor, he was
on the ranch celebrated his birth. For the Puerto Ricans,
it meant hope.
For the Mexicans, it was the joy of Don Feliciano's first
of the physical difficulties his mother had during her pregnancy,
Manuel was a rather beautiful boy. He weighed eight pounds,
ounces and was twenty-two inches long. Manolo combined the
names of two
of his best friends who died on the trip from Puerto Rico
before. He wanted an American nickname for his son, so he
Joey. He was Maria's first and only child. Her pregnancy was
unbearable that they decided not to have a second child. Don
was outraged at their decision, but Manolo reminded him that
he had six
other daughters who could give him more grandchildren.
The old man was extremely proud of his grandson. Maria got
went back to work on the ranch while one of the younger sisters
care of the baby. She was a dutiful wife and hardworking mother.
day she ironed clothes washed the dishes and breast-feeded
saying a thing. But time passed, and she started getting tired
cleaning house, doing the laundry, preparing the coffee, caring
baby and cooking rice and beans for her husband. Manolo was
type and often complained of not getting enough attention
adorable Mexican girl. He was never satisfied with Maria's
love. There were also arguments between Manolo and his father-in-law.
Manolo argued that he was always in the middle of everything,
Feliciano thought his son-in-law had turned into a "sinverguenza".
were rumors about his early hour escapades to the town pubs.
sisters felt uncomfortable with Manolo's long and tight hugs.
sister-in-law's had grown into lavishing young women, and
advantage of every opportunity he got to get physically close
Their marriage had turned into a nightmare soon after Joey's
Joey graduated from high school when Puerto Ricans on the
Puerto Rico became United States citizens in 1917. It was
a big thing
for Manolo. The Puerto Ricans had multiplied themselves, and
found no choice but to allow them to live near the town suburbs.
the original seventy had married Mexican girls from the town.
Don Feliciano's daughters had married Manolo's compatriots.
differences within the two communities, but they were able
to maintain a
cordial friendship that went beyond the disputes over land
personal relationships and improved working conditions which
Manolo had celebrated his fortieth birthday, and it was the
for a new beginning. He had settled down, and his beautiful
forgiven him for all his mishaps. There was talk about a Puerto
migration to New York City. According to the California newspapers,
commercial ties and the trading of raw materials opened a
new window of
opportunities for the new Puerto Rican settlers in New York
the United States obtained control of the Island, more working
Puerto Ricans came to New York.
Manolo saw the events as an opportunity to escape the vigilant
watchful eye of his father-in-law. María struggled to survive
marriage filled with false promises and a machista husband.
answers from within but found none. In spite of their parents'
relationship, Joey did well in school. He had very poor communication
with his father but was everything for his mother. She protected
handsome son and made sure he did not turn out like his father.
Manolo used any excuse to start a fight with anyone, the boy
from problems. His friends admired his poise and tranquility.
often called "The Peacemaker" because he mediated
situations in the neighborhood, especially the clashes between
Puerto Ricans and the Mexicans at the ranch. He was a rare
of sorts. Born American in California of Puerto Rican and
immigrants. But he grew up extremely proud of his American
spoke English at school, but Spanish was the primary language
house in the neighborhood and at church. He lived in a household
three cultures and two languages became one. There was no
discussion about when to use English or Spanish. It was natural
to speak English with his friends and Spanish with family.
It was right after Joey's high school graduation in 1920
broke the good news. He was moving his family to New York
City, end of
story, no discussions. It was like a bombshell to Maria's
Feliciano put up a fight, but it was Manolo's word that mattered,
always, but Joey was excited because he had read about the
migration up East and was interested in seeing new people.
father convinced him about the better career opportunities
find in New York City. Since he was in grade school, he had
wanting to make a difference, and this was not the place for
fulfill his dream.
They arrived in New York City in the leafless autumn of 1923.
had fallen off the trees faster than usual, leaving a winter
an early autumn. Thanks to a cousin who had moved from Puerto
Rico a few
years before, he rented a small apartment on 110th street
Avenue in Manhattan. It was in a block of two-story tenements
fronts. The apartment was a two-room second floor walk-up.
It had a
bedroom, a kitchen-living room and a bathroom. Joey complained
sleeping in the living room, but his father guaranteed that
move into a better place soon. Maria was silent but felt she
in a fish tank. She was prohibited from leaving the apartment
talking to her neighbors. It was too dangerous according to
and she spent endless hours looking out the window and cleaning
apartment for the one-hundredth time. Every time she argued
about New York, he reminded her of the better opportunities
for Joey. She kept silent and held on to the love that she
had for the
Manolo bought books for Joey, not many but enough to spark
interest. As his interest grew, his father continued to buy
for him. The boy enjoyed reading late into the night and encountered
imaginary world that took him away from his parents' everyday
differences. The atmosphere at home was not always warm and
and British classics provided him with comfort and sudden
Joey found a job at a small cigar shop and was introduced
to a group of
recently arrived Puerto Rican workers from the Island who
tobaccos and read books and talked politics. They taught him
and he learned fast. His co-workers had practically turned
area into a university. One of them posed as a reader who
read to them
for one half hour in the morning and one half hour in the
lot of stuff they talked about was surreal to him, but he
conversations amusing. They often tried to drag him into the
sessions about whether or not Puerto Rico should become a
state, an independent republic or stay as a territory of the
States of America, but Joey could care less. He was an American,
them, and they politely laughed at his reaction. They claimed
he was a
new breed. They called him The Rican. It was a combination
States of America, Puerto Rico and Mexico, they said. He decided
accept the nickname, which his half-brothers baptized him
were right, he thought. After all, there was something about
attracted him to them.
Manolo found a job in an Italian restaurant earning a dollar
cents a day. He washed dishes, mopped the floors, cleaned
and did everything he was ordered to do in the restaurant.
worked twelve hours a day but got paid for eight. For his
hours, Manolo's boss provided him with leftover meals, which
Joey devoured during the cold, freezing and hungry winters
of the 1920's.
It was during the hot and humid summer of 1925 that Joey
fell in love.
She was Italian and the daughter of Manolo's boss, the owner
of five of
New York City's finest restaurants strategically positioned
the city. One day, Joey came by to leave a message from his
he saw her for the first time. She looked like an Italian
Greek mythology. She had light green radiant eyes and long
hair. Her legs were sensuously perfect, and her waist seemed
like a road
with smooth and silky curves. Her eyes were deeply expressive
but had a
profound sadness to them. She was attracted to him immediately.
was twenty-two and had never had a girlfriend before. He was
tall and his tan looking skin had flourished during the summer.
eyebrows were lined up perfectly, and he had a smile that
lit up the sky
wherever he was at the time. She had graduated from high school
years before and helped her father take care of the family
seemed out of reach for Joey, but he won her over with his
and supernatural smile.
Rose's father was strongly against the relationship, and
to fire Manolo. He liked him but never imagined his daughter
a son of a Puerto Rican. He advised Manolo to tell his son
to stay away
or else. He was outraged. He immediately confronted Joey.
He needed the
job, he argued, and Joey promised his father that he would
But they met secretly. They were madly in love and decided
to see each
other against their parent's will.
Little did Rose know that her father had promised her hand
to the son of the wealthiest Italian in New York City. Everything
been arranged. Mario Capone, Rose's father had lost most of
money in a gone wrong financial deal with a bootlegger in
This partnership deal would stabilize the family financial
put an end to his worries. Someone had to pay the price in
It seemed that Rosa was falling into an abyss, and Joey dived
They planned to elope because Mr. Capone would never approve
relationship, and they loved each other too much to break
up. They met
secretly in parks. They had few options, but they wanted to
together and have a family. Mario Capone, the Italian entrepreneur,
well known in Manhattan. He was an icon to the Italians in
Kitchen. Although he was extremely powerful, he had risen
from a very
humble background. His father and brothers had all worked
for New York
Central railroad. But young Mario wanted better and as a child
a restaurant and became the owner's apprentice. The owner
children and treated Mario as one of his own. Right at the
turn of the
twentieth century, the owner and his wife were assassinated
mobsters, and twenty-year old Mario found himself in front
restaurant. He hired his brothers and transformed the place
into one of
New York's best restaurant. He bought another restaurant near
Stadium and made good contacts within the Bronx Bomber organization.
Many of the pinstripe regulars dined at Capone's. From there,
continued networking and opened three more restaurants. But
city regulations and the fame and fortune way of life of Mr.
made him make financial arrangements with loan sharks and
and his once stable empire had fallen in economic disarray.
After their relationship blossomed, Mr. Capone broke the
news to Rose.
He had promised her to the son of the wealthy Louie Righetti.
was the sole heir of the Righetti fortune. Rose was in shock
quiet. Her relationship with Joey did not exist in her father's
She was never allowed to have a say or a word in her father's
especially since Capone had vehemently disapproved of her
relationship and had sent her on a two-year exile in Italy.
Joey but had to obey her father.
Joey was flabbergasted when Rose shared the news. He tried
her to go to California. They could begin a new life there,
But she did not want to leave her life in New York City. She
but there had to be other alternatives. He had become an excellent
roller and had been trained and ready to start a new business.
the opportunity that his father had mentioned, and this was
time. The trade of his half brothers from the Island had found
in his heart. When his half-breed brothers from the Island
determination to learn the trade, they reminded him of his
roots. It was in his blood, they said. Joey laughed but became
more thoughtful about their claims.
It was unreal to him. Joey's Puerto Rico was all in telegrams
deaths in the family, newspaper stories about the U.S. invasion
new New York migrants and stories he heard from Manolo about
and a farm in a nightmarish mountain that his father never
was a fantasy island to him. The more his co-workers spoke
place, the more he developed in experiencing it. Now that
Rose was deep
in his heart, he dwindled with moving to the Caribbean Island.
It was an
option and a new beginning.
California was his birthplace and the land of his upbringing,
and he had
left friends and family behind, but he felt like there was
a piece of
him still missing. Maria knew about her son's relationship
supportive. She wanted to help her son escape to her father's
wrote him a letter:
Dear Dad, ! Bendición desde Nueva York!
Greetings to Mom and the girls. Hope this letter finds you
health. I wanted to tell you how miserable I feel in NYC.
It's a big and
cold city. Manolo continues to misbehave. I don't
know how much more I can take and I wanna go home. But Joey
immediately. He is in love with an Italian girl daughter of
Capone, one of the most powerful men in New York City. They
in love, but Capone does not accept our son for his daughter.
He doesn't know that I am writing to you, but he has spoken
about taking her to California. What do you think? Can you
place for Joey and Rose? Can I go to? I'm sick and tired of
Con mucho cariño y amor, Maria
Don Feliciano's reply came three weeks later. He never liked
loved his daughter, but he did want any daughter of his leaving
husband, but he was willing to help Joey escape from New York.
read the letter with tears in her eyes. There was no escape
Joey received the news with mixed emotions. He wanted to go,
but he knew
how much his mother had suffered. He was uncertain and indecisive.
had witnessed the daily shouting and verbal abuses of his
stayed quiet out of respect towards his father, but he also
felt he had
gone too far.
Rose was hanging on a thread. She was formally committed
to marry a man
she did not love, but she was torn between obeying her father
Joey. It was too much for her to handle. The wedding was in
and Louie Jr. already wanted more than kisses and hugs. Rose
a daily emotional battle. Her soul-searching dilemma had turned
into an extraordinary gorgeous woman.
It was during the course of these events in his life that
Joey met Prof.
Carlos Cintrón. Due to his enhanced interest in books, he
taking a course on American and English literature in the
at Lexington Avenue. His love for literature had developed
and he wanted to read more about William Shakespeare, John
Edgar Allan Poe. The Professor as his students called him
was a non-traditional
teacher who transformed literature into a reality that went
ordinary situations. His students loved him, but his peers
freestyle way of teaching the classics. The Professor felt
he was ahead
of his time, but every time he was in his presence, Joey received
inner peace that he had not experienced before. It was this
in a one on one conference with the Professor, Joey was able
to have an
encounter with the Spirit. After several weeks of internal
and more conversations with the Professor, Joey decided to
decisions that would help him move on with his life without
knowing that he had received the inner strength and courage
to make them.
Three months before the scheduled wedding, Joey decided to
talk to Mr.
Capone. He had found the necessary strength to confront the
personally. Thanks to the Professor's guidance, he had learned
was all part of a process, and there was no way that he should
from the path. There was no coincidence in wanting to make
in people's lives and in connecting with the Puerto Ricans
Winters in New York City were chillingly frightening. The
twenties had frozen the solar system in 1927. Although there
was a warm
stint at times, it seemed like an eternity before the mild
weather found its place between the hard brick homes and cold
While Joey fluttered down the street towards his meeting with
he felt the wind running into every cell of his body. The
divine intervention was a determining factor in his final
never told him what to do, but the process itself led him
to decide the
road to freedom. His mentor had spoken to him about a higher
life, and he was looking forward to a life with a profound
meaning and direction.
After a long walk to Capone's, Joey breathed in and out and
in through the restaurant's front revolving door. He immediately
Mr. Capone in the lobby entrance and he gently and bravely
his conversation with one of his employees.
"Mr. Capone, I'd like a few minutes of your valuable
time." "There is no
need for a conversation. I am very busy right now and have
clear to your father." He quickly replied. "Please
Mr. Capone, leave my
father out of this. I believe that I am capable of deciding
what to do
with my life."
"So you say, you haven't decided wisely so far. You were
told to stay
away from Rose, and you haven't."
At this point, Capone pointed and carefully walked towards
a small table
in the back of the restaurant while Joey followed. Two of
associates accompanied them along the way. The brief walk
to the table
caught the attention of everyone at Capone's.
"Mr. Capone, I have decided to put my priorities in
order." "What does
that have to do with my daughter?" "Well, your precious
daughter is a
priority for me."
News through the restaurant traveled fast, and Rose's heart
sank to her
feet when she heard that he was speaking to her father. He
mentioned talking to her father, but this caught her by surprise.
"You know Joey, you have a lot of guts coming into my
restaurant. I own
your father and your family. I don't know where you got the
see me. Personally, I got nothing against you, but I won't
interfere in my plans to marry Rose to Louie Jr."
At this precise moment, one of his tailored dressed employees
something to him in his ear.
"We have to finish this conversation later. I have more
to take care of right now."
"Hear me out, please. I deeply love Rose, but I don't
want to cause you
or your family any problem. That's why I have decided to stop
your daughter, and she's free to marry Righetti. I wanted
to tell you
personally." Capone forced a smile, stood up, shook his
hand and left
A day later, Rose and Joey met for the last time. Three of
associates observed the couple at a distance. She was as beautiful
ever. He made it brief and simple. She was free to marry Righetti
and he was going to move to the Island of Puerto Rico. She
and did not look at him throughout the ten-minute monologue.
and parted their ways.
Joey spoke with his father about his decision, but Manolo
his son's desires. He wanted to encounter his roots, visit
Blanco Hills and meet some of his father's relatives. It was
He would come back, but he did not know when.
Maria was devastated the day Joey left to Puerto Rico. His
had arranged for someone to pick him up at the San Juan dock.
to take her with him, but she did not want to be in his way.
after her son left, she found the courage within herself and
and moved in with a sister in New Jersey who had also moved
She was still a young woman and wanted to begin a new life.
Manolo cursed the day she was born when he read her farewell
had been away partying for the weekend and could care less
* Oh Dios mio: Oh my God
* barrio: countryside or rural community
* bodega: small grocery store
* finca: farm * mulattos: born from an interracial marriage
* mayordomo: administrator
* tu eres un viejo: you are an old man
* busca a mama: get mom
* machista: chauvinist
I have always been interested in that first PR migration,
well, not the
first, but the first major one, 2000 PR's en route to Hawaii
This is a true story. Then, I have a friend in California
who told me
about relatives he has in Hawaii, third cousins. . great-grandchildren
of that migration. Then, I have also done research on the
stayed in California. Many escaped, just like Manolo. I wondered
their lives would be like meeting their Latino counterparts.
much of it is sheer imagination. But there is a lot of truth
Then, there has always been this thing between immigrants
in the US. You
know what I am talking about, so all this could have happened,
didn't. It is fiction.