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
A couple of years back, I helped to put four white supremacists in prison. They had made the mistake of going into the Slater Slums of Huntington Beach, the city's traditional barrio, to kill a random Mexican. They got as far as stabbing a man before the Slater Slums smackdown began: Community members came out from their apartments and kicked the shit out of the KKKlowns—a beatdown of wonderful, ironic proportions. Not a single Mexican was arrested; the Candy Ass Gang, as we called them, went away for years, convicted on hate crimes (see "Slater Slums Smackdown," Nov. 25, 2009).
I discovered the crime was premeditated, announced on a white-power Internet radio show just weeks before. But I also discovered that the attackers loved Mexican food: A source sent me a bunch of pictures showing the pendejos in various states of devouring burritos and tacos from Del Taco.
Race traitors? Hardly. Just following American policy: Hate the Mexican, love the Mexican food, assault the Mexican, get your ass handed to you by Mexicans. This has been America's experience with Mexicans, a cycle of justice that must be remembered when considering what's happening to this country right now in the wake of Arizona's State Bill 1070 and its many copycats. Those Know-Nothing politicians, judges and voters who pass law after law trying to stop Mexicans from asserting themselves in this country are reminiscent of King Canute commanding the tide to stop: The game is already over. We beat you with our Mexican food long ago, and we're going to beat you on SB 1070, as well.
Although the dinner table may seem an unlikely battleground, you've got to know your history, kids. Food is one of the first things a conquering group demonizes when trying to repress a smaller group. The Spaniards tried to wean the Aztecs off tortillas and get them into bread—to no avail. According to Texan urban legend, during the Mexican-American War, animals wouldn't eat the corpses of fallen Mexican soldiers due to the high chile content in the decaying flesh.
Similar knocks against Mexican food can be heard in the lurid tourist tales of "Montezuma's Revenge" and in the many food-based ethnic slurs still in circulation: beaner, greaser, pepper belly, taco bender, roach coach and so many more. "Aside from diet," the acclaimed borderlands scholar Américo Paredes wrote in 1978, "no other aspect of Mexican culture seems to have caught the fancy of the Anglo coiner of derogatory terms for Mexicans."
But that's all an undercurrent in the larger story of Mexican food's conquest of this country to the tune of billions of dollars: tacos, tequila, hot sauce, chili, Chipotle, Rick Bayless and so much more. If America had truly been successful in its anti-Mexican campaigns over the past 150 years, it would have eradicated our cuisine à la the dishes of all the Native American tribes we exiled to permanent ethnic curiosity. It's not as though politicians haven't been down this road before: Dudley Do-Rights have long tried to ban street vendors, taco trucks, cottage-food industries and other Mexican culinary traditions from suburbs and cities alike, only to see the common American repudiate them again and again.
And that's what's going to happen with SB 1070. It will go down as did California's Proposition 187, which sought to make all government workers migra agents but later was declared unconstitutional. It'll fail the same as the mass deportations of Operation Wetback in the 1950s and those that occurred during the Great Depression—government mandates that Mexicans and the Americans who hire them quickly ignored. It'll fall the same as Los Angeles—once one of the most gabacho big cities in the United States, now run by a hell of a lot of Mexicans and their obsequious gabacho counterparts.
Hell, even Tom Tancredo loves Mexican food. The notorious anti-Mexican former Colorado congressman debated with me over assimilation in Denver during the fall of 2010. And what did we eat before our philosophical fisticuffs? Tamales.
America, if Tom Tancredo—who did his damnedest to stop Mexicans from coming into this country and left a failed legacy on that front—admitted defeat with each bite of a millennia-old meal, then so will you. Don't worry; we'll be nice. And we'll make sure to add an extra shot of tequila to your frozen margarita when the courts, either now or in a decade or two, realize that SB 1070 is the Plessy v. Ferguson of the 21st Century and overturn this pendejada. In the meantime, keep getting sloshed on bad margaritas!
This article appeared in print as "Love the Beans, Hate the Beaner: Don't worry: The Mexicans will be nice when they defeat you."