Sure. I’ve lived here pretty much the whole time you’ve been gone, and am just relaying what I know to be true, in my considerable experience. I have a bunch of Dominican and Puerto Rican friends I hooped with for years at P.S. 19 (aka Roberto Clemente Junior High) in the heart of Puerto Rican South Williamsburg, BK. Two weeks ago I went on a murals tour of Spanish Harlem that featured political murals from the Young Lords to present day. The island that contains the Dominican Republic is called Hispaniola (a name with a direct link to the colonizers). And it’s right around the corner from PR. Incidentally, I also know that if you want to annoy a Dominican or Puerto Rican, call him Spanish. Which is what a lot of native white New Yorkers do. “Get up on that Spanish kid, he can shoot.” “Let’s go get some Spanish food.” Etc. They don’t love that, understandably.
But I have no desire to get further into one of your endless contrarian pissing matches, so knock yourself out thinking what you want. Which is, “I know everything.”