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Daniel
Reveles wrote three books about the border town, Tecate, Mexico, in which each
chapter is it's own story. In the second or third book, "Tequila, Lime and
Salt", page 95, the story is called, "Big Caca's Revenge". Big Caca is the
Mexican border patrol agent. He's big, mean, and his last name happens to
be Cacabellos.
He
extorts money from people coming into Mexico with goods brought over from the
U.S., throughout all three books, he does this, (first book is "Enchiladas, Rice
and Beans" and the other is "Salsa and Chips". )
Well,
in the last book Big Caca finally finds love and begins to court this
woman. He takes her into the U.S. into Temecula for a romantic
weekend. While there, they get acosted by a U.S. Customs agent demanding
their "papers" allowing them to visit the U.S. Big Caca has his, but his
lady-love, Lizette does not, the papers are back at the hotel.
Needless to say they deport her back to Mexico ending their little romantic
getaway. Big Caca is furious!
He
goes back to Mexico with revenge on his mind. Now, mind you, living in
this sleepy little town are all the Americans who wanted to set up their
businesses, cheaply, hire workers, cheaply, and live the good life in
Tecate. You've also got retirees who wanted to live where the cost of
living is way low. Now, of course, these Americans, when entering Mexico,
did have papers, but never updated them. Big Caca knows this and when he
gets back to town, he starts asking all the Americans for their
citizenship papers that say they could stay in Mexico
legally. He picks up the factory owner, Jerry, and deports him back to the
U.S. He sees sweet old retired Millie, and asks her for
her papers. When she can't produce them, he
takes her to the border, groceriers and all, back to
the U.S. Here's a quote from the book:
The little grandma was now genuinely
frightened. "But you just can't pick me up off the street and throw me out
of the country. Fred's at home waiting for me. He'll think I was in
an accident. He'll worry about me!" Tears rolled out of her blue
eyes.
Big Caca looked at the frightened grandmother,
and thought, I'm sure the U.S. Border Patrol listens sympathetically when they
pick up some poor Mexican woman on her way home to her children after a day of
cleaning houses.
Anyway, the reason why I tell this story is because of its irony.
This happens to Mexican's every day. And as Victor said, they're just
trying to find a better way of living. Just like the American's going to
these border towns to run their factories for a fraction of what it would cost
them here in the U.S. In this story, the shoe is on the other foot.
Without giving away the ending of this little story (for those of you who'd like
to read them - which I highly recommend because they're all hilarious), I'll
tell you that the moral of this story is both countries need each other.
Mexican immigrants contribute to the U.S. in doing the jobs that other don't
want. Picking the grapes, cleaning the houses and cheap day labor.
Americans set up shop in border towns and give job opportunities to the
Mexican's that do stay.
Whether its wrong or right (immigration) I don't know. I just feel
sad sometimes, when I see, on the news, people screaming to deport the illegals,
when, 90 years ago, those illegals were my
grandparents........
Emilie,
The group has been rather
quietly lately so I'm using this opportunity to make an additional comment
on the "Dialog of the Dead" play. I understand that it might not be
directly related to genealogy but since Joseph brought up the subject I
hope nobody will complain.
I have previously expressed an opinion about
one experience that could be common among some of us that are in pursuit of
our genealogical roots: the contrast between finding our dead
relatives and finding our living relatives. Relations with our dead
are so easy; they do not prejudge us; they do not make any kind of demands;
we just embrace them as part of ourselves regardless of what, where or who
they were and that's the end of it. Relations with the living,
particularly those distant living relatives that we rediscover thru
our genealogical endeavors, can be and often are very complicated.
And, aren't we all related at some point back in time?
Our
prejudices and misconceptions of life usually get in the way and it isn't
easy accepting each other when we have such divergent views of the world
that surrounds us. We may share common genes but our outlook on life
has been shaped by our experiences and is continually being influenced by
external forces. Our actions stem from our individual "perception of
reality" and our sense of belonging.
I agree with the views expressed
by some members here about how great and lovable this group and our virtual
fellowship is but there's no denying that "it's a jungle out there" in the
real world. There's just too much polarization and that is reflected in so
many aspects of our societies.
Take for example the US
immigration debate. The underlying motivation for every migrant, either
today or five hundred years ago or five thousand years ago, has always been
to improve one's life and/or get away from a bad situation. That has
been the norm since who knows when, even before countries existed as we
know them today. On the other hand, immigration laws are of more
recent creation and can be reformed and adapted to the needs and purposes
of each country. What I find ironic is that some of the most
vociferous anti-immigration proponents like Colorado state congressman Tom
Tancredo or radio talk host Michael Savage, are themselves sons of
immigrants. And I don't mean from 10 generations ago but 2 and 1
generations ago respectively. How selfishly intolerant and xenophobic can
humans really become is amazing! Even California's governor, who has
openly suported anti-immigration movements like the minute-man project is
an immigrant himself. What is their implicit message? OK, now
that we're in close the doors (and build a wall) behind us for anyone else,
particularly those dark-skinned little mexicans from south of the
border. American pie slices getting too thin?
Now the saddest
part. I have witnessed how Hispanics wearing the official uniforms of
the US immigration authorities and behind the desks at the border offices
deal with Mexicans and other foreigners who go there and ask for a permit
to enter the United States. Have you ever being treated as a 2nd
class citizen? Can you imagine imagine yourself in both sides of this
equation? What's really surprising is that Anglo-Saxon looking
immigration officers hardly show the kind of prepotency and disdain towards
Mexicans as those with the Hispanic surnames on their tags. How can
this be explained? Have they been brainwashed in the name of homeland
security or is this just our human nature? Who is really behind those
anti-immigration voices infusing into your minds so much venomous and
hateful rhetoric?
Just to end. I want to share with you a link
that shows another historical aspect of people migrating to find a better
life. But this time in reverse. Not from Mexico into the US but
out of the US and into Mexico. http://www.texancultures.utsa.edu/hiddenhistory/Pages1/tyler.htm How
many of you were aware of this reality?
Victor México
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In ranchos@yahoogroups.com, "Emilie Garcia"
<auntyemfaustus@h...> wrote: > > Victor, > >
As usual your observation is as astute as always. I did identify with
some of the debaters, those that took the middle road. I think we all
need to get together and advance our situations by sticking together and
not going off on tangents to the extremes, such as the Aztlan group.
It is unfortunate that those in that group do not realize that people like
Pat Buchanan stir the Anglo populace up by making it look like that fringe
group speaks for us all, and that we are all into "Reconquista" which
brings up to the Anglos the specter of armed brown hordes seeking to
re-conquer the land. We are slowly re-conquering anyway, due to the
American economy being so dependent on cheap Mexican labor in
manufacturing, agriculture and services. We just need to tone down
our resentments and work towards ensuring that this country remains the
bastion that it has been for human rights for everyone. We can't
afford to take any backward steps. We must acculturate, but because
of the proximity to Mexico and our mostly Native origins, they can't expect
us to give up our ethnicity as rapidly nor as completely as other immigrant
groups. This will take several generations to accomplish, if
ever. > > Emilie
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