Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig
79,018,201 graves.
Those are a lot of holes to dig, especially when
"the Mexican back-hoe" (i.e., Pedro/pick/shovel) is being deported
by the thousands. We can assume that the cost of heavy machinery will
be going up now, too. Those who haven't bothered to get naturalized
probably regret putting it off because
green-carders are not exempt from deportation. Even Hispanics who served this
country in war and peace are being deported, as are some American-born citizens.
Mexican Americans have
had problems cozying up to "Anglo-Americans" since the Texas War of Independence,
after which their property (and rights) were appropriated (and expropriated) by
newcomers from the "States" without justification or due process. Why a respectable
percentage of them went GOP in 2024 is still a mystery, and piling causes into one big lump
of "economic and cultural affordability" is questionable since it was Democratic activism
that brought them to a more rational status quo. But Hispanics are not big on basic
economics (or history), making them gullible to untruth and misinformation. An old
folk wisdom says, however, that, "You go home from the party with the one that brung ya."
Just as White folks throw all Hispanics into one lump "dat tawk Maxikin," so do
"Maxikins" throw all White folks into the same troupe of "prima donnas" that invented the side saddle.
(It was Mexicans that taught Anglos how to "cowboy.") Mejicanos never wanted what the
Anglos had, or to live like them. You have to earn your hunger before you earn your food. If Mejicanos
have retaliation coming, it should be for teaching White Texicans how to cook
border chuck; who now claim that the bowl of grease that you get served at every counter in Texas
is the only authentic "chili" (sic) there is:"If it's got beans in it, it ain't chili!"
Well, Enrique
Esparza, who at the age of 8 witnessed the death of his father manning a 12 pound cannon against
Santa Ana on the west wall of the Alamo, avows in a memoir, that though times weren't always flush,
"there was always chili for the beans and beans for the chili."
One "chicano" who can stand on
a tomato crate on a rairoad crossing 35 miles north of Brownsville and in a five mile radius see where his
mother and her mom and dad were born, and where his father and his mom and dad were born, cannot see
a rosy future for Hispanics. Assimilation does not seem to have the slightest appeal for either the assimilator
or the assimilated. Just before Texas joined the Union, Daniel Webster, who was totally opposed to the
addition of more area to the already significant American land mass, told Congress after a tour of the
Spanish territories, that the area which is now the American Southwest was uninhabitable. Yet Spanish blood
was being infused into the Amerindian tribes decades before Plymouth. Spanish was the first European language
spoken in America. New World Spanish is a mix of Nahuatl, Mixtec, Mayan, Athabaskan, Apache et al, and
a smattering of English. El Mejicano sprouted from the Age of Exploration's alchemy. That's what he was
called too on the north side of the river. The Rio Grande was the lifeblood of the
people who made "the desert blossom as the rose." It was not meant to be a killing ground for ICE.
Time and gravity are the twin levelers of history. The legacy of the greatest man who ever lived
is a fly speck on a grain of sand. Some say that even psychopaths grow up - with time. There's not enough
water in the Rio Grande to irrigate that hope.
Nor was this meant to be a song of lamentation, nor of grief, nor of grievance, nor of protest. It
is meant to convey the wistful sense that a sudden gust of wind from the north brings with it, and
makes the homeless turn his collar up against the cold.
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