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In Reply to: Re: Frivilous litigation threats posted by Deb on May 13, 2006 at 12:59:02:
Why would my parents name me Oscar?
All my life strangers have been interested in my ancestry. There is something about my bearing that cries out for history. I’ve been mistaken for American Indian, Spanish, Filipino, Hawaiian, Samoan, and Arabian. No one has ever asked me if I’m a spic or a greaser. Am I Samoan?
"Aren’t we all?" I groan.
He reached his hand toward me. "You don’t mind my asking, do you?"
"Of course not," I say calmly as I reverse the lit end of the cigarette so that the flame is cupped in the palm. I reach for his handshake.
He screams like a woman in distress with her skirt held high. I puff my meanness as he licks at the burn and whimpers, "You sonafagun. You’ve burned the dickens out of my hand."
"I know."
"But why? I didn’t do anything. I don’t even know you."
"I guess it’s my Samoan blood."
