I get the point, but while I am assuming the two guys dressed in tuxes and kissing are homosexuals getting "married", I just can't bring myself to assume that every hispanic looking farm worker (or roofer or cleaning lady in my part of the country) is an illegal.
By the same token I can't assume that every brough I overhear on McLean Ave in Yonkers is some colleen nanny or student who overstayed his or her visa.
Guess I'm touchy because my last name is spanish (Spain via Puerto Rico in mid 1800s to NY in early 1900s). Because my ansestors were apparently caucasian I've never had anyone assume by looking at me that I am one of those illegal immigrant database administrators. But I can sympathize with those mistaken for illegals simply because of their appearance.
Interestingly enough I saw one of my daughters checked hispanic on her college application. She doesn't speak a word of spanish, her last name is a nice wasp-y "Dyer" and she probably couldn't find either the commonwealth of Puerto Rico or the country of Spain on a map :(
She said she did it because my last name is spanish. Guess if I had changed my name when I got married she wouldn't be hispanic??? I always considered my self a "spanish surnamed American", not hispanic. Does that make any sense?? So much for pigeonholing and quotas!
Oh yeah, I gotta go with illegal immigration as the highest priority threat. First we protect our borders, then we worry about what's going on within them.
My wife's uncle was pretty much shunned in Houston (oilfield service company) until they found out he was Chippewa Indian and not Mexican. Then the doors opened up.
I believe I can sympathize too.