Seis de Mayo

My daughter is having a Cinco de Mayo party tonight. She could not have the party last night because of a thing called “work.”

K is not celebrating the French loss at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. She decided to have the party after reading a post on one of those neighborhood bulletin boards or blogs or whatever it’s called. The post was by a woman who said an increase in crime (now practically negligible) was likely to increase because of “the Mexicans” moving into nearby neighborhoods. The woman also posted her fear of lowered property values after witnessing “a black man walking a pit bull” while a real estate agent was showing a house. The woman asked: “What kind of people will buy a house when they see a black man walking a pit bull?”

The woman’s remarks got a lot of attention and replies, all negative, K said. She did not post a response, figuring (correctly) that nothing written or spoken could change the woman’s mind.

Wondering how best to respond, K came up with the idea of a Cinco de Mayo party, progressing from house to house, with each household providing a course of food.

As of this afternoon, K said around 30 people responded to attend.

What better way than using chips and dip, tacos, enchiladas, and tequila to fight racism and ignorance?