In SE Florida, their SUVs are clearly marked; however, of the four Cubans I've encountered since arriving last week, only one spoke English.
At a Winn-Dixie grocery store, a stocking clerk in the cookies section shrugged for not knowing one word of the language of the country in which he'd sought refuge.
Sounds like the Chinese grocery I shop at from time to time in the DC metro area. I have to speak Spanish to ask the stockers where the items I can’t find are located. No hablo inglés.