Spanish and Me
I
have been speaking Spanish my whole life; it is, in fact, my first language.
Many people are actually surprised when they hear the Spanish come out of my
mouth. I don’t blame them; I don’t look Latino, I at all actually look white.
But I am indeed Latino, I have an Ecuadorian passport and My race is registered
Latino in the US, so as far as the US, Ecuador, and my heritage are concerned
I’m Latino. A big shocker, I know, believe me, I’ve seen the expressions of
some people’s faces before. The first words to come out of my mouth were “teta,”
or “baby bottle,” as it’s known in Ecuador. But in most other Spanish-speaking
nations teta is “breast,” so don’t go around saying you know how to say bottle because
you’ll find yourself in some awkward situations.
Now,
being a first-born Latino American who looks white and has the ability to speak
Spanish has its advantages and disadvantages. With my ability to speak Spanish
I can talk about people right in front of their faces without them actually
knowing, without actually saying their name of course. An example of this is
when I had my friend Anthony over and my mom was making fun of him. We were all
in the living room and Anthony and I were headed out somewhere and I was
putting on my shoes in front of the door. Anthony was sitting on the couch and
my parents were standing up and my five-year-old sister seemed to be very
flirtatious towards Anthony.
Mom: “Mirale a ese ignorante, no
sabe nada de español, no sabe nada de lo que estamos diciendo” (Look at him
being all ignorant, not knowing any Spanish or anything we’re saying about him)
Jhonas: Hahaha!!! Si ignora el
ignorate! (Hahaha!!! Yes ignore the ignorant)
Mama: “Mira le coqueteando con mi
hija de cinco años el no tiene nada de morales” (Look at him flirting with my
five year old daughter, he has no morals)
Anthony: “I know you guys are
talking about me.”
Jhonas: “Hahaha!!! No tiene, pero
ya tenemos que hirnos” (Hahaha!!! No he doesn’t, but we have to go now)
(My mom whispers in my dad’s ear)
Mama: “Voy a decirle que lleva
estas chocolates a su novia solo para molestarle” (I’m going to tell him to
take these chocolates to his girlfriend just to piss him off)
Mama: “Jhonas estas olvidando tus
chocolates para tu..” (Jhonas you’re forgetting your chocolates for your…)
Jhonas: “Te escuche decirle a papi
que solo estas tratando de molestarme” (I heard yo whisper to dad that you’re
just trying to piss me off)
Mama: “Hahaha!!! Adios hijo Buena
suerte y dile lo mismo al ignorante” (Hahaha!!! Bye son, good luck and tell the
ignorant person I said the same)
Jhonas “Okay, adios” (Okay, bye)
Anthony: “I still know you guys are
talking about me, you keep looking in my general direction”
I will admit that talking about
someone in there face in a different language has its flaws. But for the most
part it works; Anthony seemed to have no idea what we were talking about and it
was in front of his face, it was a funny moment. For the record my mom did not
mean any of that, she was just being funny.
Like
I said before, being a white Latino American who knows Spanish has its
disadvantages, but one disadvantage is also an advantage. When I go to
neighborhoods that are Latino dominant I see people give me looks because of
the fact that I look white. I feel like a mixed African American from the 50’s
because at that time neither the African Americans or the whites would accept
that person because they were mixed. I feel discriminated in a way; it just
hurts sometimes not being accepted by your own people. But there is an
advantage to this disadvantage; they speak about me in Spanish in front of my
face. They have no idea about the fact that I speak Spanish. So all I do is go
up to them and say “Yo se de lo que estan hablando, tambien soy Latino entonces
no hablan mal de mi en frente de mi cara porque te entiendo todo de lo que
estan diciendo” (I know what you guys are talking about, I’m also Latino so
don’t speak about me in front of my face because I know what you guys are
saying). The expressions on their faces are priceless, jaws dropped and
everything, I smile and walk away and think to myself “I got them good” and I
giggle to myself.
This
is just a glimpse at what goes on in my life in regards to being a white Latino
who speaks Spanish. It’s actually very fun, I enjoy being able to talk in
Spanish and I love Spanish, more than English as a matter of fact. But it is,
indeed, a great feeling to just being able to talk to someone from another
country in their native tongue and it just sounds very sexy coming out which is
a plus. This essay is mierly an appitizer compared to my whole life as a Latino,
which is the whole platter.
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