He called my dad a wetback.

Arturo Aguilar
Los Angeles, CA

My dad was a car painter and during vacation from Jr. High School I would go work as his helper. One day a client of the body shop came in and was unhappy about the time it was taking to get his car painted. He complained to the owner by pointing to my father and saying, “tell that wetback to hurry up.” It was the only time in my life I ever saw my father want to fight someone.


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