>“I’m not talking about how you look,” I said, starting to pace in front of the room, “I’m talking about how you interact with other people. People who grow up in a certain place gain their own customs and values. But how do these things start? What do you think, Mike?” I asked as his eyelids started to go down over his eyes.

“I ain’t no anthropologist,” Mike replied, not bothering to open his eyes.

“You don’t have any thoughts on why people that live around here act a certain way?” I asked.

“This shit hole?” Mike asked, opening his eyes, “probly the Marielitos.”

“Fuck you,” a Hispanic kid said from across the room. The rest of the class laughed.

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