I’m half Mexican half Finnish. Strange mix. Pure white.

I understand the hardship

Random people do not think my father is my father.

I’ve been stopped multiple times by police walking with him to make sure I was okay when I was a kid. All good, just walking around the neighborhood with my dad lol.

Edit: It’s also funny growing up people asking me who our gardener was. Also my dad.

I remember my grandfather telling me a story about how he didn’t know which bathroom to use when he came to the US and someone told him to use the white.

Interesting

I’m a white hotel towel Mexican

Always thought it was strange to mark “White, Hispanic” on everything because that was an option always growing up. Like you all really do need to know my skin color don’t you.

If you didn’t know my last name you’d never guess I wasn’t “American”

You have to turn debt into debit and then flip everything to get credit. It’s simple.