I am rereading the book "To see and see again". There is one part when the author says that a classmate tells her "Go home Iranian." It reminded me of an incident I had in the 4th grade. We had come to the US for the summer but then the war with Iraq broke out and all flights to Iran were cancelled and we got stuck in the US. They enrolled us in school. There was a curly haired kid in my class that every time they took us outside to play wall ball, he would call me Iranian and pretend he had a machine gun and be firing bullets at me, most of the time in the presence of a teacher. They never said anything to him.
It had taken a couple of weeks of negotiation but Joe finally got the deal he wanted and drove out of the dealership in his brand new Explorer. His girlfriend knew his real motivation for buying a utility vehicle was because he loved to go four-wheeling on Saturdays with his friends and felt a little conspicuous when he was always doing the "riding" and never the driving. Joe arrived and ran into her house as excited as a nine-year-old boy with his first bicycle. Mary was working at her computer as Joe came up behind her, gave her a big kiss on the cheek and said, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go! Let's go for a ride." They jumped into the Explorer and headed out of town. After a few minutes, Joe pulled over to the side of the road and invited Mary to drive. She got behind the wheel and found that she really enjoyed the sensation of sitting up so high with a great view of everything ahead of her. Joe instructed, "Hang a left here" and as Mary follow...
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