“The first time someone called me a spic was during recess or after school in the playground or in the park across the street from my house.”
Coming from Nowhere
Robert Lopez | New England Review | March 27, 2020 | 5,657 words
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“The first time someone called me a spic was during recess or after school in the playground or in the park across the street from my house.”
