Read on and I'll answer that in a Mexican minute, or
maybe manana, as I give as convoluted an answer as an illegal alien
gives when he is asked his name by the INS, or as a politician gives
when he tries to justify the nation destroying Third World immigration
that is presently being inflicted on American citizens.
It is time to talk of tacos and day workers; of lies
and of truths. It is time to speak of why America has become post-American
America. It is time, dear friends, to speak of people as being the cause
of the rise and fall of nations. It is time to understand that America
was not made great by an abstract idea of "freedom" as the
numbnuts want you to believe, but because of the actual living, breathing
human beings who instinctively built this nation as an outward reflection
of their genetic soul, the way a certain type of ant will always build
a certain type of anthill, and another type of ant will build a different
type of anthill.
I once asked a friend who had just returned from Germany
what she had noticed most on her trip. The answer surprised me. I had
expected to hear about blondes, lederhosen, beer, old buildings, or
other things that we think of as German. Instead, my friend said that
what she noticed most was that when the pedestrian crosswalk signs said
the German version of "Don't walk," no one walked. No one
stepped into the street. No no one even stepped off the curbs. The law
was obeyed even in the absence of police officers. People obeyed because
it is their nature to be law abiding and considerate of others. Each
person on the curb played his or her part as responsible members of
the society. The fabric of that society was revealed by the simple act
of those pedestrians following a simple rule about walking or not walking.
Of course, to maintain the society each person on that curb had to give
up the freedom to walk across the street anytime and anyplace.
Doing the right thing in such a small way helped made everything work smoothly and efficiently. Now, it may seem that the way people cross the street doesn't amount to a hill of refried beans, but this small thing is a reflection of much bigger things and is indicative of the way distinct peoples act and react to the world around them. There were thousands of people who passed through this particular intersection and they apparently did so with safety and efficiency. There were no horns blasting and no one was darting across the street in front of cars. When the light changed, the people walked. When it changed again, the cars passed. Everyone was doing the same dance, and it worked. Standing on the curb awaiting their turn to cross the street was a social statement that grew from the soul of a people, and reflected upon the entire society.
Contrast that observation of Germany to U.S. cities with large Mexican populations today. In these cities, fatalistic Mexicans just walk across the streets at any time with or against the lights, in or outside of the crosswalks, often without even looking for cars that might hit them. While they're walking, they're often eating and dropping trash as they go. In some cities, such as Santa Ana, Ca., which has a large illegal alien Mexican population, there have been so many deaths of Mexican pedestrians hit by cars, that the police department has stepped up enforcement of its pedestrian laws to the point where many motorists, afraid of getting expensive citations, now jam on their brakes in panic stops at the mere sight of any pedestrian who even gets close to the curb. Even with this, there are still almost weekly reports of at least one pedestrian getting hit by a car. Just as we get a clue to the sould of Germans in the way they cross their streets, we also get a glimpse of the soul of Mexicans in the way they do the same thing. Project the way these two very different peoples cross the street into all aspects of the larger society and you begin to understand that some of the stereotypes of Mexicans and Germans both have a basis in reality.
Once, it was the Germans who came to America. Now, it's the Mexicans. Once, the people coming here built an efficient and modern nation; now the people coming here are deconstructing it. Give it a few more years and our new housing developments in post-American America may be built of discarded garage doors that post-American Americans get from the prosperous norte which will then not be the United States, but Canada. In fact, many Hollywood movies and TV shows that portray the United States of thirty years ago, now film in Canada with Canadian actors portraying Americans and with Canadian homes representing U.S. homes. Canada, which is called the Great White North, may someday not be called that just because of the snow.
Switch now to the Harvard educated, Mexican president Vicente Fox as he gave his speech to the U.S. Congress last year. As I watched, I wondered if there were millions of Americans viewing Fox on TV who might think that Fox is representative of the illegal alien Mexicans who are invading this country. Do Americans out in the hinterlands think that Fox IS Mexico? And, if they do think this, are they scratching their heads and saying, "Why would anyone oppose a completely open border? Hell, it must be racism of some type." Those who are thinking this, need to be disabused of their misperception. Fox is not representative of a majority of Mexicans. Fox is an upper class, mostly white guy with Irish and Mexican ancestry (hold on to that thought about Irish ancestry, because it's coming around again, amigo).
The reality is that most Mexicans aren't actually 6'7" tall like Fox. Most are more on the order of 5'7" tall. Most Mexicans don't have Fox's white skin. Most are brown. Most don't have Fox's angular European features. Most have round faces. Most aren't named things like Fox, which is, of course, the English version of Zorro. Most haven't gone to Harvard. Most don't pronounce Mexico, with the English "x" sound, as does Fox. Most Mexicans, unlike Fox, who was the Mr. Big of Coca-Cola in Mexico before entering politics, probably don't first think of a brown soda that you drink when they hear the word "coke."
Fox is a PR dream version of a Mexican. Sure, there are other people in Mexico who may look like Fox but if you think that Mexico is full of people like Fox, you need to actually visit the country, or it's latest colony, California, to see the reality. Fox is not the typical Mexican illegal alien who is so common in California.
Why is this important? Because the PR versions of people that attempt to erase negative stereotypes and replace them with positive ones, may actually, as in this case, create a false impression. Such false impressions don't always tell you what the people are really like, and they give you the wrong idea of the essential nature of the people and the nation. And, a nation does have an essential nature that has grown out of the people--the gene carriers--of that nation, as surely as the character of a flower bed depends on the genes of the flowers you find therein.
In every modern nation there are various genetic strains and a variety of humans found there (due to modern transportation), however, every nation also has a dominant genetic strain and it is this dominant genetic strain that determines the character of a nation. In our present Big Brother PC world we may try to convince people that genes have nothing to do with the character of a nation (because to admit to genetic differences is to risk being called "racist"), but the character of a nation really does depend on the people of that nation. In other words, while it has become very fashionable to think that we must somehow not consider human differences when we discuss humans, the reality is that we really can't know humans unless we consider the genetic differences.
When some crackpots gush about the joys of diversity, they don't really mean genetic diversity, (Ohhhhh, that would be racist, daaahling) but cultural diversity. This is, of course, a crock (and it's also an illustration of what I've called noblesse oblige racism) because what they often subconsciously believe is that all people are white people with different paint jobs and with different foods and national costumes. The diversity that they cherish is something of a costume party, and not reality. Their world view is sort of like one of those old Hollywood jungle movies where the hero falls in love with a white actress with a little dusky makeup playing a Jungle princess.Underneath that dark makeup is a white woman. And, invariably, she's the only one of her tribe that has white features.
Just before Fox gave his aforementioned televised speech, TV stations in Los Angeles were showing another Mexican in a news story that is increasingly common. This other Mexican was leading police on a freeway chase after murdering two people. Who is more typical of the illegal Mexicans who are invading the U.S.? Fox, or this murderer? Physically, and thus genetically, the murderer was more typical of most of the illegal alien Mexicans than Fox (no, I'm not saying that all illegal aliens are murderers). The reality is that you won't find too many guys who look like Vicente Fox standing on street corners soliciting work or selling drugs or phony I.D, muchacho.
Maybe we should look for another example of a typical Mexican. Le't look at one of Mexico's most famous writers, Elena Poniatowska. In July of 2001, Poniatowska asserted that Mexico is recovering territories it lost in the past to the United States thanks to emigration to the U.S.
" The common people - the poor, the dirty, the lice ridden, the cockroaches are advancing on the United States, a country that needs to speak Spanish because it has 33.5 million Hispanics who are imposing their culture ", gushed Poniatowska while unveiling her new novel " La piel del cielo".
"It fills me full of joy, because the Hispanics can have an ever greater influence all the way from Patagonia to Alaska ", she said, in what sounds likes some sort of Latino supremacism.
Poniatowska? What the hell kind of Mexican name is that? It's not. Poniatowska is a white woman who was born in Paris in 1933 of Polish origin. She has lived in Mexico from the age of nine. She confessed that in her novel, she tried to show, on the one hand, the deficiencies of her country in taking care of the scientific and cultural activities, and on the other hand, in denouncing the flight of brains to the well equipped universities in the United States, which becomes " a drama for Mexico. Flight of brains? Like all those people standing on our street corners? Like all those criminals in our prisons? Like all those people living off the backs of American citizens? Like the Mexican guy mentioned above who had just murdered two people? Do us a favor Poniatowska, take these brains back to Mexico.
On the subject of Latin America, Poniatowska said, "corruption is a lead weight on the region " and added that, the Latin American people do not have the leaders they deserve". Well, Ms. Poniatowska, perhaps they do have the leaders they deserve. The reality is that the leaders were mostly elected by the people and they bring into their offices the same soul that they had before, when they were out of politics.
But back to this new Zorro; this President Fox. How similar is he to to that Hispanic swordsman, and protector of the little people, of fiction? Now, Zorro, although a fictional character was based on some great Hispanic. Right? Wrong. The inspiration for Zorro was a real man, but he was an Irish soldier of fortune named William Lamport, who was born in 1615 in Ireland. Lamport left Ireland and found remunerative work for a time as a privateer attacking English merchantmen. In 1643 he enlisted in one of the three Irish regiments in Spanish service (ONeill, ODonnell and Fitzgerald) to fight against the French forces in Spanish Flanders. He was eventually commended for bravery and entered Spanish Royal service.
Along the way, Lamport latinized his name to Guillen Lombardo and went to the Spanish colony of Mexico. Once in Mexico, and apparently fancying himself as a sort of early Great White Father, William/Guillen went native and lived among the poor Indians (who had not yet been blended into mestizos) and studied their religion. For this, he came to the notice of the Spanish Inquisition, which was helping the King of Spain in his attempt to destroy Mexico as it was and remake it into something of a new Catholic Spain in the new world. William/Guillen soon became the leader of a rebel Mexican independence movement. When not fighting the Spaniards, William/Guillen was busy having affairs with Spanish noblewomen, both married and unmarried. He became engaged to Antonia Turcious, a member of the nobility, but before he could marry her he was arrested by the Inquisition and accused of conspiracy against Spain. He was jailed for 10 years, but escaped from his dungeon and began a harrassment campaign against the Spanish by sneaking out of his home at night and painting the walls of Mexico City with his name and anti-Spanish graffiti. Not exactly the stuff of a "Z" made with a sword, but close enough to be reworked for the Zorro story.
William/Guillen was arrested again in 1652 when found in the bed of the wife of the Spanish Viceroy of Mexico, Marquis Lope Diez de Caderyta. He was sentenced to 7 years imprisonment, at the end of which he was turned over to the Inquisition to be burnt at the stake as a heretic (it was that native Indian religion that he had been toying with). In 1659 he was tied to the stake in Mexico City, but before the flames reached him, he undid his ropes and strangled himself.
If you hear names of some Mexican leaders and intellectuals that don't sound Mexican, and if they look different, somehow, than the Mexicans you see hanging out on street corners looking for day work, you may wish to remember that genes do matter. Most of the Mexican illegal aliens who are now invading the U.S. are actually Indians or Mestizos with more Indian blood than European. However, most of the leaders of the country are more European than Indian.
Erin Go Bragh, Zorro.
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