Why is it that Mexicans accept lower salaries than their legal or American counterparts? Example: One contractor in Columbus, Georgia, told my son that he could hire 20 Mexicans for the same amount he would have to pay my son! I know this is a racist comment, but it does seem that someone accepting $6 an hour—compared to an American who usually gets double the money that illegals accept—is always going to come up short. Is this practice used to force legals and Americans out of the job market? I sincerely think that if everyone asks for the same pay, there would not be this problem with immigration. —Beaners On My Mind
Dear Gabacho: Yours is a question that the American working man has asked of the tempest-tossed since the days of Miles Standish. And the answer isn’t a pretty one: socialism. Sorry, Beaners On My Mind, but the only true way to stem Mexicans and their illegal brethren from invading our shores isn’t through pie-in-the-cielo fences or harsh legislation, but rather the institution of an economic system which ensures that companies won’t underpay or relocate offshore to the Promised Land of No Regulations. America has prospered specifically because such a system doesn’t exist in this country; instead, the Founding Fathers encouraged an economy where citizens had to compete against rapacious businessmen from the top and undercutting immigrants from below. In the past, such struggles motivated American workers to form unions, secure employee rights, create the eight-hour workday, and hustle. Today? The only notches on the ample Know-Nothing belt are high ratings for Lou Dobbs and a continual wussy whine.
Dear Mexican: Why do Mexicans have padrinos for everything? I’ve never understood why; can you help me out? —The Godfather Fan
Dear Wab: Many gabachos have long wondered about the galaxy of godparents that surround Mexicans from birth to death,but it’s no misterio. Ostensibly, godparents (padrino is a godfather, madrina is a godmother, and padrinos means “godparents”) are individuals who take a solemn vow during a Catholic church service to look after someone about to undergo a sacrament, whether it’s a friend’s baptized child, a teen on the brink of First Communion, or a bride and groom who need someone to pay for the tiered sheet cake at their wedding banquet. Gabacho Catholics and other non-papists also feature similar pseudo-kinship traditions, but few play the padrino card as well as Mexicans. Beyond religion, we’ve set up an ingenious system: Whenever there’s an occasion that requires a party—whether it be a weekend carne asada, charity baseball game for a hometown-benefit association, birthday, or another day dodging la migra—Mexicans will ask their friends to be a padrino of a material item, not so much to sanctify a deeper relationship between the two, but because the party-thrower’s just too damn cheap to pay for everything. The prospective padrino is always screwed, since to deny someone’s godfather invitation creates an enmity that fades away only with a shoot-out or a free case of Budweiser. Nevertheless, the compadrazgo system remains important, since it binds families through thick and thin, and we all know how thin times have historically been in Mexico—unless it’s lazy daughters, of course.