Mexicans have officially become members of an endangered or hunted species in the U.S. (I’m not referring to our enormous demographics, as we’ll continue to multiply in el Norte — where individuals of Mexican origin represent over 40 million citizens/residents — despite the racist fantasies of Donald J. Trump and his immoral ilk.
Throughout the early 1800s to the present, Mexicans have been robbed of their lands, lynched, killed, imprisoned, segregated, subjugated, vilified, scapegoated, sterilized, raped, beaten by white mobs, brutalized by cops, racially targeted with violence, etc.
Today, the guilty of these heinous acts and crimes include the most powerful racist in the world (Trump), the morally bankrupt political party (GOP), state media (Fox “News”), deplorable Trump supporters, capitalists and state agents.
“Out in the West Texas town of El Paso,” Marty Robbins sang in his hit 1960 record El Paso, “I fell in love with a Mexican girl.”
The popular Tex-Mex corrido inspired Houston-born musician H.B. Barnum to tell his own story of lost love.
POCHO amigo Arnie Bermudez’ new cartoon series follows events at your favorite local taqueria, SARAPE’s GRILL.
Let’s take a look ….
Looks legit and it’s good advice, too. No passing on the right! [Stolen from REDDIT.]
Just across the Rio Grande from El Paso is Ciudad Juarez, where suits are still zoot and chucos are still suave.
Photographer Francesco Giusti shared his Ciudad Juarez photos with Roads and Kingdoms and we’re sharing some with you.
El Paso was a huge hit for Marty Robbins in 1960. It’s the sad tale of two gringos and one mujer — the dark-eyed dancing Felina.
Here are the lyrics:
In El Paso, mechanized squads of senior citizens sneak up on soldiers and offer them exotic foreign “Meals, Ready-To-Eat” with origins South of the Border. These metal-encased MREs are called “burritos,” according to the truck people. And the Fort Bliss soldiers like them!
Philosophy for Children in the Borderlands is an educational program in El Paso, TX and Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, designed to lead children in philosophical discussions related to the ethics and philosophy of the borderlands region. The El Paso Herald Post has the story:
“First time I see something like this in my town,” LiveLeak member MoparFreak writes.
“Broke a lot of windshields and caused damage to houses and businesses; only happened in a part of the city. It’s not a regular event. A lot of people panicked about this. First upload. I recorded this myself at work. Had mi car inside the shop I was lucky. For those who don’t know Juarez is on the Mexico border with El Paso, TX.”
In the greater community, it was most popularly called South El Paso. However, the approximately 25,000 mostly Chicano people who lived there referred to the neighborhood as El Segundo Barrio. It was a barrio that was like an island sandwiched between the Rio Grande Mexican border and downtown El Paso.
In this isolated area, about a third of the families were of second or third generation Mexican descent like ours. Another third was made up of mostly migrant newer arrivals and the rest were in transition. However, it was the Spanish language that served to unite the whole community. Although Spanish was prevalent, lots of exposure to English came through, school, work, movies, radio, music and TV, which was then in its infancy.
Although I love that I am bilingual, I was recently reminded that I am, in fact, trilingual. You see, this third language was unique to our Segundo Barrio culture because it originated there. It started as the jargon for the criminal element in our midst. These outlaws were widely know as “pachucos” because of the Los Angeles bent to their style of clothes. Most of us called them Tirilis and for all intents, they were the precursors of today’s gang members.
Jorge Gutierrez, a host on Radio Guadalupana, a religious station run by the Catholic Diocese of Juárez, is there for them. More than just a radio talker, he has put his faith (and hands) to work easing migrants’ pain. Public Radio International reports:
Feet are a symbolic part of practically every migrant’s story: They literally carry their owner’s weight along the length of an exhausting journey. And in the Mexican border city of Juárez, one man has made it his mission to care for this particular body part.
Here’s the radio report from Monica Oritz Uribe:
He’s here, he’s queer and he’s the three-time world champion. Meet Cassandro, Luchador Exotico. Arielle Castillo reports for Fusion Live.
(PNS reporting from EL PASO) Jason Morales finally figured out why his “get up and go” got up and went, he told friends at Hoopy Frood’s on New Year’s Eve, and all clues point to President Barack Obama.
“President Afrika Hussein Bambata is the worst president in this country’s history,” he announced to the teeming North Mesa Street establishment after his fourth Blue Moon with an orange wedge, “and he has robbed me of my chance at the American dream.”
(PNS reporting from MEXICO) Famed Chicano attorney Oscar Zeta Acosta — who “disappeared without a trace” in Mexico 40 years ago — has once again seen his shadow while sitting on the wharf in San Blas, Nayarit. Now he’ll have to live a life of secret exile for another year.
Acosta, now 78, sits on a comfortable chair overlooking the Pacific every June 1. If he sees his shadow before a certain time, Acosta announces, “I have paid all my debts, I have paid all my dues and now nothing remains but the joy of madness. Another Indian gone amok.”
He made that exact announcement in a workingman’s waterfront pulque bar 10 days ago, PNS has learned.