Profiling

Poor Jorge, he just keeps getting targeted out here in the Northwest. Today he went to the gym, and took a spinning class. He wears a "buff" around his wrist, which can be used as a headband, towel, sunshade...As he was leaving the class, he took the buff off, and the woman walking nect to him said, "Oh I thought you had a tattoo. Are you in a gang?"

Well, that's how my husband heard it. But he has a tendency to get things wrong. He spent a year going to high school in the U.S. as an exchange student when he was younger. There were only two other hispanic kids in the whole school. One day, one of these guys came to him and asked Jorge if he wanted to be in a gang. Jorge asked "What is the name of the gang?" "The Lion Kings," the boy told him. Jorge laughed and said, what kind of stupid gang is that? Do you sit around and sing Disney songs?"

This mystery wasn't solved until about 8 years later, when Jorge told this story to his brother and me, and we looked at him, puzzled, and said "Do you mean the Latin Kings?"

"Ohhhh, " Jorge said. "That makes sense. I guess that explains why that guy never spoke to me again."