The American-Mexican

INTERESTINGLY, TO ME at least, I have now spent more than a third of my adult life living in Mexico, and since I’ve additionally been a Mexican citizen for most of that time, since 2005, I can refer to myself as an American-Mexican.

Just as accurately, I could call myself a Mexican-American, but that implies that I’m a Latino citizen of the United States. Many Mexican-Americans hold only one citizenship, the one above the border where they were born.

They are Gringos in brownface, often with attitude.

I, on the other hand, am the real deal.

usa-mexico-flagsWell, maybe not because I feel about as Mexican as I feel French or Chinese, which is to say not even a little bit. This will never change due to two things. One, assimilation is very difficult. Two, I’m not an assimilating kind of fellow.

But it’s been an interesting ride, so to speak, and I cannot visualize it ever changing, that I would move back above the border. I have so few ties up there. No driver’s license, no bank account, no address, few relatives, pretty much nothing.

(I suspect the lack of a U.S. bank account means I will not get that cash handout the Blond Bomber is gifting you people. If someone wants to pass by 1200 Pennsylvania Avenue to pick up my share, that would be sweet. Then send it via PayPal.)

Just because I do not assimilate does not mean I cannot learn. I understand fairly well how Mexicans think as a whole. I didn’t when I arrived. Cultures are very different, and few are as different as the Gringo mindset and the Mexican mindset.

When I married into a Mexican family 18 years ago, a door opened very abruptly. While I often got the Octavio Paz (See right-hand column) response before I was a relative, I instantly got the honest response after the marriage. It was like black & white.

Even today, I marvel when I hear one of the kin say something to someone outside the family and then turn right around and say the polar opposite to another relative, me included. It’s like living in two realities.

No, really, if you can stop by the White House for my money, take 10% for your time.

First family: race-baiters

The guys

BARRY OBAMA will give the keynote address tomorrow in New York City at an annual conference sponsored by race hustler and profiteer Al Sharpton. Good Lord Almighty!

Sharpton, as you likely know, has made a highly profitable career out of promoting racial strife in America. His best-known escapade was that of pushing the bogus accusation in 1987 of a black teenager, Tawana Brawley, who claimed she had been raped and brutalized by a gang of white guys.

The charges were proven to be totally fabricated. In spite of Sharpton’s doing severe damage to the reputation and career of County Prosecutor Steven Pagones (a racist!), and of being ordered to pay thousands of dollars in damages, Sharpton never apologized to Pagones, and he never paid a penny in damages.

And just this week, it came to light that Sharpton was an FBI stool pigeon in the 1980s.

He is, in short, the sort of spectacularly unsavory individual that any president should keep at arm’s length. Barry, however, embraces him. And Michelle is no better.

Last year, the first lady was the keynote speaker at a convention of La Raza, a racist Latino organization, many members of which support illegal immigration and promote the return of large swaths of the southwestern United States to Mexico from which it was “stolen” in the 19th century.

La Raza means The Race. How clear can it get?

The First Family should be national unifiers. This family is precisely the opposite.

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Here’s a nice piece on Sharpton.