My language helper told me that some of the younger generation in this village is not learning to speak Nahuatl. She said, “Around here, what we say is that you guys…your group of white people…you have beaten them. Your mom doesn’t speak Nahuatl and your dad doesn’t speak Nahuatl, but you guys do!”
I laughed and said we still had a lot to learn. She continued. “Remember when you came to my house to give me the new clothes for my son? Well, my sister was here visiting then and she listened to you talking to me. After you left, she said, ‘Who is that woman? She is so pretty because she is so white and so fat. And she speaks our language, too!’ ”
Pale, fat, and speaks like a bumbling idiot. I’m practically the perfect woman!
