Battling Bagels and Xenophobia in My Home Country


I hate to start 2008 on a sour note, but I have no choice. My annual pilgrimage to the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City to renew my work permit turned out to be a real nightmare. Not only because the whole process ended up costing me over $800 and about 10 days filled with anxiety, but because it painted a grim picture of the ever-tense relationship between Americans and their southern neighbors. To top it all off, it managed to bring out a little xenophobia I had no idea lived within me.

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