In a chocolate shop in San Diego, an old white man remarks to me, smocked and ready-to-serve, These two Mexican women standing in front of me on the escalator would only speak Spanish. Spanish! This is America. They should speak English. They come to our country and refuse to speak English. Why is that?

They should speak English. They should write in English. Their conversations should be in English. Their children should only learn English in school.

You don't know what they could be saying. About me, about us. I mean, they must be talking about me. About us.

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