Green Cards Monologue

Last night I went to sleep knowing the outcome of this election. I was actually surprised. He won, he really fucking won. I spoke to many people about the elections and I saw both sides. So much to the point that I did not vote, so I'm standing by, feeling regretful. Then I woke up this morning at 5 to go to work. I hop on social media just to find out that Hillary won the popular vote. Ah, so there's why everyone tells me that my vote doesn't count. I felt this nudge in my stomach. That nudge feeling I always get when people mistake me for being Black, Muslim, or Mexican. The same feeling I get when another man has been staring at me for the last ten minutes at a bar because I've got my arm around my very white girlfriend. You see, I've never really experienced racism. No one's ever called me a Spic. No one's ever called me a Nigger. No one's ever called me a Wet Back, but I know for a fact, they've all thought it. Wait, one thought comes to mind.

"So, you're Puerto Rican... so that means you have a green card?"

Anyone who has a hint of knowledge on the states know that back in the 1890's, USA was at war with Spain, we won and acquired Puerto Rico as territory in 1896, so no, I don't have a …show more content…
Most of my friends, Latino, Black. Me? I'm all of that. I'm gay, Black, Muslim, Latino, Irish, Bisexual, Transgender, Chinese, Asian, White, all of the above and nothing you say to me, not even with a gun to my head, will ever convince me that I'm not. We are equal and the only way we can create change is if we have that mentality. I am no different from you, I may disagree with your views or choices, but that doesn't change anything. You can stick us all in the same room and turn off the lights and we'll find it hard to find the difference between us all. So what makes me worried is the future of racism and discrimination. All because one man enables everyone to feel free to spread