Racist Mexican Jokes Novels & Stories

Guillermo replied from Luca's grip as one of the men put their gun to my head. "Well we really have a situation on our hands here, don't we boys?" Luca said with a smile. How is he smiling? "Or you do at least. I'm not the one on the fast track to losing my best trafficker." "We have other traffickers that do the job just as well," Guillermo spat. "But are they white? Do they have American accents? American citizenship?" Luca asked looking around the circle. "No...they're Mexican. And Mexican's don't glide through a border like a 'respectable' looking white man does. What can I say? The world is racist."

A racist move a lot of my fellow Asians experienced ever since we were introduced to this ugly world. I gave her a smirk before pulling her arm so she would just stop clinging to Amelia. I would’ve let her go, only if she didn’t make such a bad joke that offended me. There are other jokes out there that are funny, so why does she have to use this type of jokes that would offend people? “Was that funny?” I asked, as I made sure to whisper those words to her ear.

“Maybe, but it would be a lot more than you could afford.” “What’s the difference between you and the prostitutes? Why aren’t they dancing?” “Because they’re Mexicans and niggers,” the dancer said. “We don’t let them dance. They’re gross.” “Little judgmental aren’t you?”

"Yeah. One of those tik tok guys who pranks people. I've had this experience twice. First was talking about a bomb and the second talked about a robber or something. That day wasn't funny at all, man." The second guard, a Hispanic man burst into laughter and began to speak, his thick spanish accent coating his English. "He looks the part. Tall and handsome with the cornrows. Take a look at his outfit. He's probably sporting an iPhone 65 in his pocket. He even drives a bugatti veyron!" And they continued to laugh. "I am not a tik toker, dudes. There's a fucking bomb in my car and y'all need to get out if here real quick."

Javier yelled in English, "Rafa, you can't say about the Alpha." Shawna mumbled something and asked, "What did he say?" He scowled, "I won't repeat my cousin's vulgar statements. Rafa rolled his eyes and said, "Oh lighten up Javier. May knows I'm joking. Shawna said, changing the subject because everyone was visibly uncomfortable after Rafa sat down, "I didn't know you were Mexican," With a shrug, I corrected, "Half-Columbian". Shawna and I walked along as if we were old friends again as we made our way to English Lit after lunch. She told me as we sat down at our workstations, "You should be careful with Rafa, he's trouble.

Maria saved him the lgbtq speech and his eyebrows raised well over his eyes at her statement and he softly muttered an exclamation. "Oh" "That's something. I guess i really missed a lot in Mexico" He joked as his hands went from her waist to her bald head. "A whole lot" He teased and Maria punched him lightly in his stomach and he fell dramatically and playfully. This, thankfully made Rafael jump into a laughing fit. And Gracie also. They were all here, ready for the next step in life. They weren't worried because they were to face it together. Maybe all except Gracie though—

I had a habit of making stupid jokes when uncomfortable. "Are you always an ass? Or am I just unlucky?" She was throwing shades back and for a moment I admired her. Most women I knew especially around these parts wouldn't have the courage to do what she just did. "That's not what you are going to be saying tonight." I threw a smirk and she turned red. She was highly embarrassed and just when she was about to give a retort, I jumped in, "Anyways, I'm from the Moreno ranch, I'd-"

Chuckling, he nodded, "Risotto?" "Quesadilla for both of us," I smiled wickedly, remembering his hatred for Mexican food. He peered at me for a couple of seconds, hoping I was joking but I shrugged my shoulders and he ordered the same only. "Kabir, I was joking. Order anything you want."

Moses looked at the man and scoffed, "This is not Mexico. This is New York in the United States of America. How dare you be so arrogant. Do you really think that drug dealers like you can rule the world?" The man was an outlaw who murdered people without so much as a blink of an eye. He snapped in rage when Moses mocked him, pointed at Moses, and barked, "I'm going to fucking kill you!" "Yeah, I know you've killed people, and you've killed a lot, but it's no use, kid." Moses sneered contemptuously, "Like I said, this is New York. It's not a place for rats like you to be smug. Your bark only works in Mexico. Don't you realize that you're just one of Gustavo's dogs now?"

I close my eyes and try to focus on meditating and preserving what little strength I have left when a large object being slammed against the bars of my cell – causing an unpleasant ringing in my ears – gains my attention. “Aww, did I interrupt the little bruja’s beauty sleep?” I open my eyes to see the face of the latest person to make it onto my shit list. “What, cat got your tongue? Your kind love cats, right?” He says mockingly through his very present Mexican accent. “Estás perro si bien pendejo,” I say in an apathetic tone. Very quickly his dark brown eyes narrow into slits and his nostrils flare with rage as his hands fist the bars to my cell. “The fuck did you just say to me, puta?” H