Wordsmoker

I’ve become hyper-sensitive to Whiteness.

A few weeks ago, I attended a Saturday brunch party at an American friend’s house in a little Mexican beach town. Having lived in Mexico for the better part of two years now, and having had very little contact with Americans or Europeans or even white Mexicans, I’ve had enough distance to notice certain habits, mannerisms, quirks, tendencies, peculiarities and particularisms more common to white people than, say, full-blooded indigenous people from remote jungle villages so out of the Western World’s reach that their first contact with things like antibiotics and Catholicism and the Spanish language is still well within living memory. Read the rest of this entry →