Racism in which direction?
Yesterday was the 17th birthday of some random white girl, who walked into an El Polo Loco fast food restraunt, searching for a job. She walked to the counter and stood politely in line, a bit nervous. She had noticed the large, lowhanging banner on the newly opened joint reading "Now Hiring!" in passing, and stood now suddenly before a middle aged Mexican man with a somewhat sparse handlebar mustache. She smiled, best she could, under the heavy,...