Dear Mexican: Looking back recently on my distant youth in northwest
Ohio, I came to the realization that the sweetest, most beautiful
girl this gabacho ever went out with (indeed, in my entire
senior class) was the pure-blooded daughter of Mexican immigrants.
Am I under the sway of 1) simple nostalgia; 2) racist exoticism;
3) premature senility; 4) a deep sense of loss for what might have
been? Please help, before I start reading Proust!
Couldn't Help Wondering
Dear Gabacho: None of the above. Face it: you fucked up. Era
the real deal. Now, go drown your mistake in bottles of Sauza (rotgut
tequila; you don't deserve the amber heaven that is Herradura),
put on the Pedro Infante, and weep like a good macho. After
that, find her on Facebook and say what's up.
I used to look forward to reading you, but a previous edition
of your column beguiles me to express my disdain. A guy asked why
so many young Latinos grab their dick, quote rap and don’t embrace
their own culture. Here was your chance to speak out about something
that LULAC, MALDEF and every other farce of a Latino voice out there
should have already done and rip Mexican youth a new one for loving
black culture. I don’t know how old you are, but blacks had their
shot. Abolishing slavery, civil rights, just to name a few big ones.
They have made great advances. But, at the same time, any young
or old pendejo can see that they also suck. Leading in incarceration,
HIV infection rates, abortion rates, low school testing scores,
adoption candidates. These are facts since we started keeping score.
So here is this older, confused Chicano who wants you to perhaps
help inform the young Latino flock of sheep so as to stop this edification
and false idol worship and you turn it into our (Latino and black)
struggle! Wake up, pendejo: they had their chance; it’s our
turn. Why do you think (The Mexican's note: He goes on to ramble
for a couple hundred more words, so now we jump to the conclusion)?
Are you politically scared? Do you want to stick to funny? Or are
you, I think, like the misguided "I love to suck black cock" sheep
of dumb America?
Dewey del Diablo
Dear Readers: I print this letter as educational experience.
Dewey wrote it a couple of years ago, so may it give hope to the
thousands of you who have sent in preguntas and contact me
months later wondering if I'll ever answer it. Patience, gente:
patience. I will, but make like legal immigrants and wait your turn
in line. Dewey is a racist Mexican pendejo — his "facts"
are as laughable as those created by FAIR, but I'll let negrito
bloggers debunk them — so may this show Mexican apologists that
we can dish the hate as good, if not worse, as Know Nothings. Best
yet, Dewey actually introduced himself to me at a Houston book signing
last year with the best possible compliment: "You're like the Bible,
man. I hate you, but I can't stop reading." Want to hurt me, Know
Nothings? Don't write to me. Every time ustedes do, it's
further proof that the Reconquista not only is real, it's HILARIOUS.
Explain to me, por favor, why Latinos (including Mexicans
and Chicanos, but not Guatemalans) are the most superior baseball
players on the planet? Is there some socio-political conspiracy
going on here?
Latino Umpire Laughing At Caucasians
Dear LULAC: Seems to be steroids. Thank God that the most notable
baseball players past and present of Mexican descent — Fernando
Valenzuela, Ted Williams, Nomar Garciaparra, Evan Longoria — achieved
their greatness through sandlot baseball, college programs or a
steady carne asada diet.