“So, what do you think of the White Supremacy movement in America?”
The question came out of nowhere, lobbied across the table by a Mexican librarian to my blue-eyed, American-accented husband at a small cafe in the state of Chiapas.
That was a new question, but we’d heard many like it before, and have continued to hear more like it since.
A few weeks earlier, in Mexico City, the question came from a policeman we met in a park: “What do you think of your next president?”