Here's my two cents for wat it's worth... I worked for a small historical society on the Arizona/Mexico border for 3 years. Among my duties was the training of volunteers, docents, community service workers (probation), and interns. The docents were mostly wealthy recently retired new-comers to the area. The volunteers were mostly middle-class adults from the US community. The interns were white college students from the mid-west. The community service workers were mostly Hispanic youths from both sides of the border. It was one of the most exhausting and mind expanding things I have ever been through. Although I left 2 years ago I still maintain a connection to my bilingual/bicultural friends. I must point out that while I was in that place, I was the minority: I started out with no Spanish speaking ability, I was not even partly Hispanic, I was college educated, I was not Catholic, etc., etc. Still I connected with those people that I could connect with and I'm proud to have exposed more than a dozen Hispanic young people to the joy of museum work. I hope I continue to have the opportunity to find the common thread with people who "appear" to be different.