Olgita and her mother live in a rough neighborhood. Probably every other day there are knocks on their door from hustling black men selling stolen goods. They sell everything from new car steros still in the box to children’s toys also still in the box. They come knocking and show what they have and offer their cheap prices.
Oligta’s mother and I are in the living room ( an empty room without any furniture except for a large filing cabinet that was dragged out of dumpster and is used to store diampers, baby power, a brush and a mirror) and into the living room comes Olgita running and carrying a little blue plastic children’s chair that her mother bought her at the dollar store. She comes to a quick halt in the middle of the living room, puts the chair down, and screams “¡Mira soy un negro! ¡Mira lo que robe!” “Look, I am a black man! Look what I stole!”. I was dumbfounded. Oh lord! How to handle this one. Charles, of course thought it was hillarious and laughed his ass off. He told me I was taking it way too serious and responded “Come on it is funny. Hey, I told you yesterday to go ride a burro across the border.”