I was going to Zumba class, which is a high-intensity workout to Latin music, when we had to move to the gym since the class was getting bigger. There were a few basketball noodlers there bouncing, bouncing, bouncing their little balls, killing the rhythym, so we moved back to the crowded smaller room.
I suggested we stay and just play the music louder. Alas, old fogeys who walk around in a circle on the floor above had complained the music was too loud - with a couple saying it was "Unamerican." Latin music, of course that's Unamerican. Jennifer Lopez, drop dead ;')
Walking around in a circle is boring and any music would help, so I'm sure all the folks who complained just didn't want that awful Mexican music. They probably quivered as they imagined a bunch of illegals down below, jumping about as they smoked dope, twirled knives, and fingered their Bandoleros. Ay Caramba!
And this is what Trump has latched onto. Hidden racism. There's a lot more than you realize, of the "I'm not a racist, but..." variety, which I hear all the time - It's the music. It's the drugs. It's the crime. They're taking our jobs, etc. Well, most of those jobs are picking fruit or digging ditches in the hot sun. And most of the lilly-white whiners I meet wouldn't last ten minutes digging a ditch in Arizona ;')
Trump has latched onto this jackass vote, and it has given him a boost. But it's limited. I figure 20% of people are actually racist, and another 10% like some of his other ideas. So he's topping out at 30%. The only reason he's leading is that the GOP has presented so many candidates who make even staunch Republicans want to throw up, like the Jebster. If the repugs ever dig up a sane candidate, Trump will fold like an Origami dragon.