i love hialeah

here's an event that shaped me into who i am. its one of the earliest earliest. from elementary school. abu dropped me off one day in his rolls royce. i don't remember exactly when it was, but i remember there being a point in my life when other children began refering to me as the rich kid. "bro, you got a rolls? are you rich?" i guess i became aware of wealth and what is expected of those who have wealth. i became aware of where i lived. i was expected to live at a certain type of house in a certain place. apparently it was strange for me "the kid with the rolls" to be living in this neighborhood. but i liked our house. i liked my friends and neighbors. i didn't want to see them as beneath me in any way. i never quite understood it.... a random thought: The U.S. is extremely race concious. there is much racism. it manifests in many ways. one of them is "white flight." as people of color start to live in any particular area the white people start leaving. well, the place were we live used to be white. the more spanish speakers that moved here, the more the whites people moved out. it is sad that many indo-pak immigrants also suffer from such bigotry. race and economic class blinds them also. they forget that they too are people of color.... so, anyways not only was i living in an area that was not appropriate for wealth. but it was also more hispanic. i like where i live. the more that my pakistani friends looked down upon hispanic americans and where i lived, the more proud i became of being from here. the city of hialeah.