Latina Sexy Hot Caliente!!She was walking, in the city, on the day of America’s freedom. And then she saw a Mexican. Let’s explore the heavily symbolic world of Peggy Noonan and her latest column.

* “It is late afternoon in Manhattan on the Fourth of July, and I’m walking along on Lexington and 59th, in front of Bloomingdale’s. Suddenly in my sight there’s a young woman standing on a street grate. She is short, about 5 feet tall, and stocky, with a broad brown face. She is, I think, Latin American, maybe of Indian blood.”
* “You might have seen this person before. She’s one of a small army of advertisement giver-outers in New York.”
* “And then, half a block later, I turned around. I thought of a woman I’d met recently who had gone through various reverses in life and now had a new job, as a clerk in the back room of a store. She was happy to have it, a new beginning. But there was this thing: They didn’t want to pay for air conditioning, so she sweltered all day. This made her want to weep, just talking about it. Ever since that conversation, I have been so grateful for my air conditioning. I had forgotten long ago to be grateful for it.”
* “So I turned around and went back. I wanted to say something — I don’t know what, find out where she was from, encourage her. I said hello, and she looked at me and I patted her arm and said, “Happy Fourth of July, my friend.” She was startled and then shy, and she smiled and made a sound, and I realized: She doesn’t speak English. “God bless you,” I said, because a little while in America and you know the word God just as 10 minutes in Mexico and you learn the word Dios. And we both smiled and nodded and I left.”
* “I went into Bloomingdale’s and wrote these words: ‘We must speak the same language so we can hearten each other.'”

We Need To Talk [Opinion Journal]

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  1. Yeah, the hander-outer of crap that Peggy sez we should feel sorry for doesn’t have enough to do, so let’s try to force her learn English so she can read all Peggy’s great ideas about how Mexicans will have a leg up by knowing two languages.

  2. How weird and Elizabethan she is. Oh yeah, and really condescending. As if we’ll all join hands and learn the word for
    “god” in one language. And then all is well. Especially for Madame Lady Peggy Noonington.

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