By On the occasion of our 20th anniversary
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
Dear Mexican: Why are there Mexicans in the Border Patrol? What a hypocritical thing to do to our people.
Carne Asada Carlos
Dear Wab: Not only are Mexicans in the Border Patrol, but la migra's own figures show that Latinos also make up about 52 percent of its force, comfortably outnumbering gabachos (that pop you just heard was the exploding heads of apoplectic Chicano Studies majors). It's easy for Mexicans to dismiss these agents as vendidos, but let's not pretend the United States-Mexico border is a playground on the level of Xochimilco. Lots of bad people inhabit la frontera—drug-runners, coyotes, Guatemalan aliens who invaded Mexico first before setting their sights on the United States—and no one is better than a Mexican to deal with scum, mostly because we deal with it daily in the form of our government(s). Besides, don't bash our Mexican migra—we all know those brown Border Patrol agents are Manchurian Mexicans waiting for Obama to become president so they can open the gates once and for all.
Mexican-Americans are named Eduardo, Juanita, Jose and Rosa, and all have a cousin named Jeff. What do they really think of their cousin Jeff?
Dear Gabacho: Jeff's a stoner pendejo who hasn't returned my copy of Cheech and Chong's Next Movie.
When I reveal to Mexican acquaintances that my mother's side is German, I get a strange reaction of strong approval. The accordion inranchera music is the only apparent link I know of. Is there something else Germany did right by Mexico to garner such affection and honor, or is that it?
Haunted by Memories of Lawrence Welk
Dear Gabacho: Though your inclinations are right, your terminology is wrong. The Mexican music genre that employs accordions is conjunto norteño, and it was Polacks and Bohunks who introduced squeeze boxes to the borderlands, not Germans. Krauts did influence banda sinaloense (the mestizo version of an oomph-pah band), but only wabs from central Mexico truly enjoy the sound of 18 brass instruments blasting into one's ears. Some Mexicans mistakenly think we ripped off our quinceañera waltzes from Germans, when, in fact, we stole it from the Hapsburg court of Emperor Maximilian. And though Frida Kahlo's father was born in Germany, that wouldn't explain the awed response you received.
Maybe those Mexicans you hung out with bemoan the fate of the Zimmermann Telegram, the secret correspondence between officials of the German Empire in which they planned to help Mexico retake the southwestern United States in return for its support during World War I. British cryptologists decoded the message, the United States declared war on the Huns, and Mexico declined the offer. Nevertheless, this episode forever poisoned the relationship between Mexico and the United States—to the point where the Zimmermann Telegram makes up one-quarter of the quesadilla de caca that is the Know Nothings' modern-day Reconquista conspiracy theory (the other parts being the Aztec belief in Aztlan, the Spanish Reconquista against the Moors, and the historical reality of Mexico's territorial losses in its 1846 war with the United States). Mexicans look back on the Zimmermann Telegram as the country's greatest what-if but don't dwell on it too much—after all, we didn't need Teutonic ayuda to accomplish exactly what it proposed!