My grandmother, when she was young, would've walked past shops where some folks had out a sign that said, 'No Mexicans or dogs allowed.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For instance, it was very rare for anyone there with dogs to allow them into the house.
My grandfather was an illegal immigrant for the 60 or so years he was in the United States. I had another great-great-grandmother on my mom's side who snuck in in a suitcase.
Super polished signage is not always a good sign. I'm always looking for places that you have to know about to find. Also, just food-wise, if I'm eating ethnic cuisine - I hate that phrase, but still - If I'm eating Mexican food, I'm looking to see that there are Mexicans in the restaurant. They know if the food is being made right.
My parents were immigrants and janitors.
Contrary to the macho culture of Mexico, both my grandmothers were very brave young widows. I was always very close to these hard-working, intelligent women.
First of all, just knowing people who grew up in the movie business at that time, no one had Mexican maids.
My dad is Mexican, and he grew up as a normal chauvinistic Mexican, and he expected my mom to do everything for him.
I remember the evacuee children from towns and cities throwing stones at the farm animals. When we explained that if you did that you wouldn't have any milk, meat or eggs, they soon learned to respect the animals.
I was in New York and I walked into this pet store and came out with a dog.
My grandparents are from Mexico, so I grew up with great Mexican food.