Sometimes goodbye's the only way. My name is Minerva Ramirez, and I'm a young woman of Mexican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am the mother of two biracial sons, Elijah and Matthew, and recently got divorced from their Jamaican father, Jefferson Keen. Long story short, folks? I couldn't stand to share my bed with a man who cheated on me. Cheaters never win and they never change, folks. Got my revenge on Jefferson eventually, though. Let me tell you all about it.
I met Jefferson Keen during my first year at the University of Ottawa. Tall, dark and handsome, this sexy Jamaican stud took my breath away. My parents, Pablo and Maria Ramirez weren't thrilled when I brought Jefferson home for Christmas, but I refused to listen to their objections. In fact, I dismissed them utterly. There's a lot of racism in the fast-growing Latino and Hispanic communities. Most of my people won't admit it but I cannot stand racism in any way, shape or form, folks.
In the City of Los Angeles, California, lots of Latino gangs target people of African descent. That's a shame if you ask me since all minorities living in the United States of America owe their rights to the African-American people's Civil Rights Movement. Without the efforts of strong Black American men like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, along with their devoted followers, you wouldn't see any Arabs or Latinos or Asians living in North America's major cities.
In the old days, the United States of America only let in White immigrants. The Civil Rights movement changed all that for the better. A lot of countries used to have a White-only immigration policy, Canada and Australia among them. America was the first to change its policy after the heroic efforts of African-American activists during the Civil Rights era, and America urged Canadians and Australians to also amend their policies and they did. People of color around the world owe a debt of gratitude to Black American activists.
I was born in the City of Tijuana, Mexico, and raised in metropolitan Ottawa, the Capital of Canada. Believe me when I tell you that I am definitely no stranger to being discriminated against. In high school, I used to volunteer at a retirement community in the Rockcliffe area and a lot of the old White folks in that place hated my guts because of my skin color. Old White folks don't hide their racism like their younger counterparts often do. You don't have to be Black to be hated by White folks for the color of your skin.
