The Regional Director, being of Scottish blood, was surprised by this last designation. "Scottish?! How could it be Scottish?"

"If I remember correctly, I trace my ancestry to the green highlands of Scotland. You see, there was this noble Scotsman in the 1800's who changed his last name from McMiran to Miranda after having read Shakespeare's Tempest. He was infatuated with the character of Miranda. In time, a whole generation of Mirandas were roaming the British isles and perpetuating a noble strain of Scottish descendants."

"Well, okay. Now, do you speak Spanish?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I even write i

Recently the IRS sent me a polite letter requesting my cooperation. Nothing ominous. The tone was business-like but friendly. I could even detect a faint trace of apology or perhaps perceive the vaguely decorous attitude of someone who is afraid to pry into my personal life. A short questionnaire was enclosed dealing almost exclusively with "national origin" and listing the various categories of citizens that make up this great country of ours. I was asked to identify my race and was given several options. One of them was "Hispanic". Since there is no such race that I know of -- and as an Anthropologist with more degrees than a thermometer, I know my races -- I decided to talk to the Regional Director who signed the letter.

After a couple of hours spent going from electronic menu to electronic menu, system mail boxes, electronic drops, automatic reception and silent voice mail terminals, I finally got him on the other end of the line.

"Geesh! Your phone system is as laborious as your 1040 form!"

I heard a gentle sigh on the other end of the phone before the voice of the Regional Director said: "Yes, I know. I guess our communications people have overdone it a bit. They always figured that people who call us will have nothing pleasant to say. They forget that there are a number of citizens who often call to thank us and even to announce that they are sending back taxes, amazing as that may sound. So what can I do for you?"

I gave him my social security number and referred to the letter and its appropriate file number. In a few seconds he was back on the line.

"Ah, yes. We sent you a classification form for our NRRO&N program. Any questions?"

"Uh, yes, sir. I can't decide on my racial origin other than I am sure I descend from either Adam and Eve or a couple of monkeys from a baobab tree."

"Hmm, what is your last name?"

"Miranda"

"Aha! That is a Spanish name. You're therefore Hispanic."

"Sorry, the name Miranda could be Catal?n, Basque, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, French, Swiss, Philipine, Indian, or even Swedish. There are redheaded Mirandas, black Mirandas, blue eyed, blond Mirandas, Latin type Mirandas, Indian Mirandas and I also know of a large Miranda clan in the island of Shikokhu; they all have beautiful slanted eyes and other facial features that would make the Divine Emperor proud. . The name Miranda could even be Scottish" "Shikoku?" "Yes, that is an island in Southern Japan, you know, across the street from Kobe and Osaka. . ."

The Regional Director, being of Scottish blood, was surprised by this last designation. "Scottish?! How could it be Scottish?"

"If I remember correctly, I trace my ancestry to the green highlands of Scotland. You see, there was this noble Scotsman in the 1800's who changed his last name from McMiran to Miranda after having read Shakespeare's Tempest. He was infatuated with the character of Miranda. In time, a whole generation of Mirandas were roaming the British isles and perpetuating a noble strain of Scottish descendants."

"Well, okay. Now, do you speak Spanish?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I even write in

thermometer, I know my races -- I decided to talk to the Regional Director who signed the letter.

After a couple of hours spent going from electronic menu to electronic menu, system mail boxes, electronic drops, automatic reception and silent voice mail terminals, I finally got him on the other end of the line.

"Geesh! Your phone system is as laborious as your 1040 form!"

I heard a gentle sigh on the other end of the phone before the voice of the Regional Director said: "Yes, I know. I guess our communications people have overdone it a bit. They always figured that people who call us will have nothing pleasant to say. They forget that there are a number of citizens who often call to thank us and even to announce that they are sending back taxes, amazing as that may sound. So what can I do for you?"

I gave him my social security number and referred to the letter and its appropriate file number. In a few seconds he was back on the line.

"Ah, yes. We sent you a classification form for our NRRO&N program. Any questions?"

"Uh, yes, sir. I can't decide on my racial origin other than I am sure I descend from either Adam and Eve or a couple of monkeys from a baobab tree."

"Hmm, what is your last name?"

"Miranda"

"Aha! That is a Spanish name. You're therefore Hispanic."

"Sorry, the name Miranda could be Catal?n, Basque, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, French, Swiss, Philipine, Indian, or even Swedish. There are redheaded Mirandas, black Mirandas, blue eyed, blond Mirandas, Latin type Mirandas, Indian Mirandas and I also know of a large Miranda clan in the island of Shikokhu; they all have beautiful slanted eyes and other facial features that would make the Divine Emperor proud. . The name Miranda could even be Scottish" "Shikoku?" "Yes, that is an island in Southern Japan, you know, across the street from Kobe and Osaka. . ."

The Regional Director, being of Scottish blood, was surprised by this last designation. "Scottish?! How could it be Scottish?"

"If I remember correctly, I trace my ancestry to the green highlands of Scotland. You see, there was this noble Scotsman in the 1800's who changed his last name from McMiran to Miranda after having read Shakespeare's Tempest. He was infatuated with the character of Miranda. In time, a whole generation of Mirandas were roaming the British isles and perpetuating a noble strain of Scottish descendants."

"Well, okay. Now, do you speak Spanish?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I even write i

o say. They forget that there are a number of citizens who often call to thank us and even to announce that they are sending back taxes, amazing as that may sound. So what can I do for you?"

I gave him my social security number and referred to the letter and its appropriate file number. In a few seconds he was back on the line.

"Ah, yes. We sent you a classification form for our NRRO&N program. Any questions?"

"Uh, yes, sir. I can't decide on my racial origin other than I am sure I descend from either Adam and Eve or a couple of monkeys from a baobab tree."

"Hmm, what is your last name?"

"Miranda"

"Aha! That is a Spanish name. You're therefore Hispanic."

"Sorry, the name Miranda could be Catal?n, Basque, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, French, Swiss, Philipine, Indian, or even Swedish. There are redheaded Mirandas, black Mirandas, blue eyed, blond Mirandas, Latin type Mirandas, Indian Mirandas and I also know of a large Miranda clan in the island of Shikokhu; they all have beautiful slanted eyes and other facial features that would make the Divine Emperor proud. . The name Miranda could even be Scottish" "Shikoku?" "Yes, that is an island in Southern Japan, you know, across the street from Kobe and Osaka. . ."

The Regional Director, being of Scottish blood, was surprised by this last designation. "Scottish?! How could it be Scottish?"

"If I remember correctly, I trace my ancestry to the green highlands of Scotland. You see, there was this noble Scotsman in the 1800's who changed his last name from McMiran to Miranda after having read Shakespeare's Tempest. He was infatuated with the character of Miranda. In time, a whole generation of Mirandas were roaming the British isles and perpetuating a noble strain of Scottish descendants."

"Well, okay. Now, do you speak Spanish?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I even write i

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"Aha! That is a Spanish name. You're therefore Hispanic."

"Sorry, the name Miranda could be Catal?n, Basque, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, French, Swiss, Philipine, Indian, or even Swedish. There are redheaded Mirandas, black Mirandas, blue eyed, blond Mirandas, Latin type Mirandas, Indian Mirandas and I also know of a large Miranda clan in the island of Shikokhu; they all have beautiful slanted eyes and other facial features that would make the Divine Emperor proud. . The name Miranda could even be Scottish" "Shikoku?" "Yes, that is an island in Southern Japan, you know, across the street from Kobe and Osaka. . ."

The Regional Director, being of Scottish blood, was surprised by this last designation. "Scottish?! How could it be Scottish?"

"If I remember correctly, I trace my ancestry to the green highlands of Scotland. You see, there was this noble Scotsman in the 1800's who changed his last name from McMiran to Miranda after having read Shakespeare's Tempest. He was infatuated with the character of Miranda. In time, a whole generation of Mirandas were roaming the British isles and perpetuating a noble strain of Scottish descendants."

"Well, okay. Now, do you speak Spanish?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I even write i

The Regional Director, being of Scottish blood, was surprised by this last designation. "Scottish?! How could it be Scottish?"

"If I remember correctly, I trace my ancestry to the green highlands of Scotland. You see, there was this noble Scotsman in the 1800's who changed his last name from McMiran to Miranda after having read Shakespeare's Tempest. He was infatuated with the character of Miranda. In time, a whole generation of Mirandas were roaming the British isles and perpetuating a noble strain of Scottish descendants."

"Well, okay. Now, do you speak Spanish?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I even write in Spanish and think in Spanish. I also sing songs in Spanish and curse in Spanish and my best catcalls are in Spanish."

"Aha! Then you can be classified as Hispanic!"

"But I also speak French, Italian, Quechua, Latvian, Punjabi, Cantonese, and Yiddish."

"But your first language was Spanish?"

"No, it was Latvian. My mother is Latvian. But I express myself in English and Spanish better than in any other languages."

"Then you're Hispanic!"

"Sorry, but my girlfriend, who is one hundred percent French from a family dating back to the time of Asterix and Obelix, also expresses herself better in Spanish, especially when we're making love. Should she be classified as Hispanic? And Ikumi Zen Ichi, our Japanese gardener, chauffeur and valet also speaks a superb Spanish. Are they both then Hispanics?"

"I think not. She would be classified as a Caucasian. Mister Ichi would be classified as an Asiatic."

"Actually Mr. Ichi looks a little like Oscar de Leon," I pointed out.

"How can that be?!"

"Apparently his mother was a geisha who fell in love with a Puerto Rican sailor. And although he doesn't have that grave Samurai look, he still is extremely Japanese, as Japanese in fact as a Sony Multistandard U-Matic 3/4" High Band VVU or a haiku by Basho."

"And he speaks an impeccable Spanish," the Director sighed.

"Precisamente."

There was a moment of silence and then the Director spoke: "But let us go back to you. What do you look like?"

I took out my wallet and looked at the picture on my ID. "You know, it's hard to say," I told the Regional Director. "During the winter months I acquire a remote Viking look; my blue green eyes darken and make me look lonely and desolate. When I'm in the sun too long I look Ethiopian, when I tan a little I look like a Cherokee. My complexion blends in different skin tones. Some people take me for Italian, Spaniard, British, French, Brazilian, Peruvian, Californian, and even Palestinian when I don't shave for a couple of weeks. I even look Asiatic when I drink too much Sake wine and eat too much Sushi. So what can I say?"

"Okay, okay, let's try a different approach. Where were you born?"

"In Westport, Connecticut"

The Director let out a short exclamation of frustration. "I don't know what to tell you. Suddenly I'm not sure I know what the blazes a Hispanic is. Before I thought they were all Mexicans, Puerto Ricans, or Cubans. So let's make a deal. What would you like to be classified as?"