I am white and I don't speak Spanish. Therefore I am a minority in Washington Heights.
It has some advantages though. For example, when men try to pick me up on the street near where I live, I can't understand what they're saying and can walk on by none the wiser. When I'm in Chelsea, men hit on me in English. It's not rude -- mostly just a sing-songy "Hello, gorgeous. How ya doin', beautiful?" -- but I could still do without it. Hence the appeal of the Washington Heights language barrier.
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