Commentary: The stories I needed as a Chicano boy were silenced. Now I tell them
“What do you know, you stupid Mexican?” I stood mute in Los Angeles’ searing afternoon sun, my high school football uniform soaked with perspiration from practice. I blinked and simply stared at one of the coaches who had grunted that question. Most of the men sitting around him, and a few of my teammates, snickered. It was 1973, my freshman year. At the time, almost the entire football ...
by Daniel A. Olivas, Los Angeles Times
Jun 13, 2022
3 minutes
“What do you know, you stupid Mexican?”
I stood mute in Los Angeles’ searing afternoon sun, my high school football uniform soaked with perspiration from practice. I blinked and simply stared at one of the coaches who had grunted that question. Most of the men sitting around him, and a few of my teammates, snickered.
It was 1973, my freshman year. At the time, almost the entire football coaching staff was white. It would be a few years before a person of color was hired into their ranks.
What prompted that coach to offer his bigoted retort?
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