Mexico of the Mind
Dear Mexican: I have a friend who frequently wears a T-shirt that boldly states in big, bad-ass, Old English letters, "Hecho en México." Five facts follow:
• He was born 23 years ago in Bellflower, California.
• His truly Mexican parents were nowhere near Mexico when he was conceived.
• His Spanish is worse than his English.
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• I easily upset him when I declare that I'm more Mexican than he is, by the mere fact that I was at least born OUTSIDE the U.S. in the Philippines.
So what gives? Why is it so easy for me to bust his balls by calling him an American? And, so, whenever he wears that shirt, I always tell him that he's disingenuous, but he just looks at me and asks, "What the hell does 'disingenuous' mean?" —Sancho Villa, the Filipino Friend of El Pocho
Dear Flip: Filipinos might be the Mexicans of Asia, and boxer Manny Pacquiao might own Mexican pugilists the way Mexi men take gabachas, but that doesn't make you more mexicano than your wabby pal. Your amigo's fixation on asserting a mexicanidad that he ostensibly can't claim ties back to my column a couple of weeks ago regarding the United States Census and its antebellum racial classifications. As I stated then, Mexicans insist they are a separate raza instead of an ethnicity even though we all now know that the whole concept of race is socially constructed and about as scientifically valid as creationism—but the insistence makes sense, regardless of how many generations removed from Mexico a pocho may be. The allure of closely associating with an ancestral culture is a long-standing spice of the American melting pot, best explained by the sociologist Herbert Gans as "symbolic ethnicity." We let mick and goombah generations no longer fresh off the boats call themselves Irish and Italian, so why not let pochos call themselves Mexican? That's right—because anything gabachos do is right, and all Mexicans do is make babies and Reconquista. Have sympathy, and let your friend call himself Mexican, Sancho, because Know Nothings have the last laugh—your proud "Mexican" wakes up every day in el gabacho.
When gringos complain about illegals, the government comes out and uses a pacifier to calm them (raids, penalties on employers, pendejo walls). When we illegals start complaining, they come out with another pacifier, such as a bill to legalize some of us. I say open your ojos and see that the intention of the U.S. government is not to take us all back; it's to pacify the whiners. So gringos, please: Ya shut up and live, and let us work on your landscaping, fruits, vegetables, meats, and everything so you can eat good. When it comes to pacifiers, I wanted to ask the Mexican: Who was the real pendejo who thought about building a wall at the border? That is the greatest broma and waste of dinero I ever heard of. We already have the biggest escalera you have ever seen. Anyway, if you know the name of that pendejo, I'd like to know. —El Mojado
Dear Wetback: If you're referring to the Secure Fence Act of 2006, which sought to further fortify an already militarized frontera and introduced the idea of a massive muro to the American public, that pinche puto pendejo baboso was New York Congressman Peter King, who submitted the bill and was its main sponsor. But don't bother writing nasty letters to him—fucker loves pissing Mexis off. Instead, send King's office cans of refried beans so he'll be forced to either donate them to charity, or eat them all to hilarious digestive effect!
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