Friday, September 23, 2005

If you find one, see if you can't follow him to a pot of gold at the end of a Rainbow.

Frau Foxtrot, my German colleague who has been in the US for two and a half months now, said to me this morning, "You know, I haven't had a native American cab driver yet!"


lebrookski said...

This reminds me of a time in high school when I had applied to participate in a summer science academy for health professions. I filled out the application and (because I'm bi-racial and had grown accustomed to doing so) I check the ethnicity box as "other" because the directions said told me to pick one box.

My chemistry teacher called my house and my mother (who is from Trinidad) answered the phone. I wasn't at home at the time and my teacher told my mom that it would be in my best interest to check one of the listed ethnicities and proceeded to read off the list of choices. African American, Caucasian, etc. None of them really seemed to be appropriate for my mom until she heard the option of Native American, to which my mother answered, "Yes, she's Native American"

My dad, a good ol country boy from Podunk, Oklahoma overheard my mom say this...and he started to laugh. My mom wasn't really aware that "Native American" meant like American Indian and not "born in America"
Oh...good times...

Cupcake said...

Yes, and you know how those Germans are lebrooksi. I get very nervous talking about race, religion and politics in America with them, which is like their favorite topic of conversation.

I was having dinner with Frau Foxtrot one evening and she said something to me like, "Do you think the real Americans from the Mayflower ever have bad feelings about the new immigrants who don't speak english?"

I said, "Um, yes actually, some of them, a little bit ... look over there! Oh! A bald eagle just flew by! You missed it!"