Thanksgiving at Rancho Aztlan

This Thanksgiving was very different for us. Instead of locking the doors and having a pizza with the dog, we drove from the Bastrop to Edinburg Texas in bumper to bumper traffic for hours. Of course, before leaving town getting gasoline a fella made a comment about the Mexican colors I was wearing on my t-shirt that I didn’t even realize was showing under my jacket. He said something like “that’s the wrong colors to be wearing around here”. I got the impression he was a nice guy. The kind that flys a confederate flag but means it only in the nicest possible way.
We couldn’t get out of that dirty little town fast enough. We had been so depressed with Donald Trump winning the election thing. We had to go somewhere and get completely surrounded by Mexicans. So to my sister’s place, Rancho Aztlan in south Texas on Benito Ramirez Road we went. My sister and her husband hosted a Thanksgiving Dinner of family members a party of about 12 or 14. All Mexicans and thank goodness no Trumpers. I realized how lucky I am my family is fairly progressive. For example, my mother who’s in her 80s is handy with an iPad and was for Bernie Sanders. I’m grateful my sister on Benito Ramirez who has become the matriarch in training of the family is opened minded as well as her new husband.
It’s was so sweet like I said all Mexicans with no conservatives. Mostly, in our own way we were sharing our grief and supporting each other with the shock and humiliation that the majority of the country agree that people like us are the problem. Basically, a few weeks ago we were told that we take jobs away from people, we are perverts, loafers, not smart enough for the good colleges and just plain unworthy of success.
On the table were the greatest American Thanksgiving dishes including some Mexican favorites that made it perfect. My brother-in-law bought dozens of tamales wrapped in a foil bundles and just passed the bundles out so no one had to even reach far to grab one. Everyone gasped with joy when we saw they were Delia’s tamales. We ate like kings and queens.
The house is being expanded and remodeled and the area we ate in was so pretty in the finished parts. They built a fireplace with impressive stone work that Mexicans are famous for. No roof yet just tall stone walls with Mexican colors, faces, smells and pure south Texas weather.
Down there they have what I call Indian nights. The days are very hot but no matter how hot it mostly cools off really nice at night. The wind picks up and the palm trees and plants start to sway a bit when the sun goes down. I think balmy is the word for the type of wind on Indian nights.
That night so many flocks of ducks flew above making quick arrows towards the south. They were heading to Mexico. Maybe they heard about the election too.
We all talked on and off about what was going on around us. How people bought into the hype and lies. The brother in-law had the best line of the night. He said, “when the Trump train comes by that says “Mexicans” on it you bitches that voted for him need to get your ass on first. We all laughed so hard. I saw tears of relief, joy and love. We shared stories of how we thought the election was gonna go and what happened when we got the news.
People again particularly the brother-in-law shared reasons and stories of why we as Mexicans have a rich culture and reasons to be proud. I myself realized that I am extremely ignorant of my history. I don’t have any excuses for it. I know there’s more to Mexican history than the first Vice President of Texas was Mexican. After all Texas counties, rivers, cities and streets almost all have Spanish names. I also don’t believe we are intellectually inferiors. I’ve just been alive long enough to know that is iust plain not true. It’s more important than ever I learn my history and be in a knowledgable position to straighten out disparaging comments. Rolling my eyes and walking away isn’t an option. Four years is a long time and a lot for shit can happen.  At least the valley is a place where a Mexican can be a Mexican and at a liberal families place you can smell the tamales, marijuana, citrus and make each other laugh.
God Bless El Rancho Aztlan.

Are you a good one or a bad one

 

We see it and heard it too. He presents as a strong successful businessman. The Trumps have no wants for success, prestige and ownership, They live the American Dream. Mr Trump must be smart enough to better this country.
His argument that Mexican immigrants drag the country down make sense. They do take jobs. They work for low pay and lower everyone else’s . Mr. Trump says, “they are rapist if not who’s doing all the raping?” Come on!! Mexican immigrants are different. They stick out in a bad way. You heard the stories and they’re believable. To us the good ones we see it.
Mr. Trump is spot on about our community being out of control with the disrespect and violence towards the police. All these police shootings can’t be the fault of the law. It’s not believable. The police are there to help and brown cops get killed too.
We voted Trump we are one of the good ones!!   We are not like the ones that Mr Trump is going to get a elbow on to work and behave.
What’s really the pits to be honest is when you get mistaken for a bad one. How does it feel to be mistaken…. pure ugly to the core ,”vergüenza”.

What kind of Latinos are there? And why?

What kind are you?

It’s gonna be a long 4 years and a lot gonna happen. Hablamanos!!

The Mexican from Mars

Why Trump???

Its strange what’s going on and passing for ” Ok ” lately. I have to say something about it. We gotta talk / hablamanos!  The notion that in a few days Donald Trump will be our president will always be unreal. Some of us are happy as shit too. I know. What I have found is most crazy is that some Mexican people out there voted for him. So this blog is to bring out the conversation. What’s going on? As Mexicans or Latinos ( from now on out I will refer to us as Latinos because it’s the sexiest sounding ) what is true about our culture?  What’s real about economics and the votes that get us ahead. This bog is also for our friends. Amigos that want to know more about our culture, and what we have in common economically with them and why the hell some of us voted for Trump.

The internet is a great place to go to shame the shit out of people who aren’t as wonderful as you…. right?  If that’s you don’t come around here. Trolls are not welcome. If you want to honestly ask a question like “why do Mexican’s wear red underwear and why did some of them vote for trump?  let’s all talk about that. This is the place you can ask and discuss mysteries that seem rude . You don’t have to feel bad no one knows who you are. You can make a joke or say something off the wall that’s ok too. Dont worry your heart will reveal itself.

I call myself  “The Mexican from Mars “because I’m true and honest.  Sometimes I’ll even tell a ghost story. You’ll see. That little rabbit at the top is Miss Bunny Kin, Peter Rabbit’s mother of course. I was trying to post a cool image of a Mexican revolutionary but things didn’t work out. You got a shot of cute figurine I was trying to sell on eBay. It kind of works. She is in the middle of sweeping the floor and she looks puzzled or blank…. like she maybe asking “why?”  I’ll get better.

I gotta know why did people vote for Trump especially those out there in the red underwear you know who you are…..why?

The Mexican from Mars