Dear Mexican: In an earlier column, you mentioned that conservatives
can't have an argument against illegal immigration without it degenerating
into a diatribe against culture. Here's an argument that has nothing
to do with culture: in California, we now have a severe water shortage.
I work for a municipal water agency. We are asking that people ration
20 percent of their water usage. We must ration 15 to 17 percent
of our water in order to make sure we don’t run out of water. Considering
that the illegal immigrant population of California is approximately
16 percent, we would achieve our rationing goal just by illegal
immigrants going back to where they came from. — Wet Back, But Not
the Wetback Kind
Dear Gabacho: Your work has given you agua on the brain, amigo.
Where did you get the stat that California’s illegal-immigrant population
is 16 percent? Even if you take the overinflated 2008 estimate of
the Golden State’s illegals (3.2 million) claimed by the Federation
for American Immigration Reform (FAIR, which many Know Nothings
cite as a legitimate think tank but which the Southern Poverty Law
Center classifies as a hate group for their connections to bona
fide racists) and square the stat with the Census Bureau’s 2008
guess for California’s total population (36.8 million), the final
percentage of indocumentados is about 8.7 percent — still a significant
chunk of cambio, but almost half of what you claimed, Wet Back.
But you like numbers and conservation, so refry this: a 2005 California
Urban Water Conservation Council study found almost half of all
residential water use in the state was for landscaping. Want to
achieve your rationing goals and then some, Wet Back? Let lawns
die. But, of course, gabachos would never allow that to happen,
more than willing to behold the bean in a Mexican’s eye without
considering the burrito in their eye.
During the 1970s, I heard my father tell a couple activist
friends that some Mexica males practiced contraception by chewing
on a type of root. Is this true? Or am I confusing the Mexica with
the Mayas, Olmecas or mi tío Monchi? — Gallo Habrano
Dear Wab: Probably. Probably not. Point is, what does it matter?
Obviously ain’t being used today.
I decided to move definitivamente to America two years ago.
I started working a year and a half ago, and I've noticed that,
for some reason, my coworkers think that because I'm Mexican, and
very proud of it, the only kind of food I'll eat is ... MEXICAN
food!!! I must say, there's nothing better for la cruda than menudo,
and I could eat all the mole my estómago will allow, and that I
cannot die before I have a nice plate of zacahuil (¡y arriba San
Luis Potosí!), but, to be honest with you, I also like Indian, Thai,
Chinese, Italian, Peruvian, Middle Eastern, French ... I think you
get it. Why is that?
Not as Square as You (Gringos) Think
Dear Wab: Bienvenido to los Estados Unidos! On behalf of all raza,
allow me to present you with your standard-issue poncho, sombrero,
bandoliers, mustache, gold tooth, taco belly, and fake Social Security
number! Chistes aside, does such a gastronomic stereotype really
surprise you? Never mind that Mexican food is an amalgamation of
various culinary traditions (Lebanese, Spanish, French, and indigenous
are just the most obvious and pervasive), or that — as I’ve written
before in my column and book (buy it!) — Mexico is one of the world’s
top consumers of ramen: if you’re a Mexican in the United States,
gabachos expect you to subsist on a steady diet of yellow cheese,
chili, pinto beens and beer. Do the Mexican a favor, Not as Square:
cast out the burrito in your coworkers’ eyes, then go out and pound
the Herradura.