The Señora will tell me I do not understand, that she can not feed her kids without help. Señora, if you can not feed them, why did you have them? You do not need three, four, five or more mouths you can not feed; the world does not need them either. Further, Señora, you and your children are overweight – like most Mexicans. Do not pretend you are hovering on the brink of starvation. As far as understanding goes, understand this: the government gives you hand-outs with conditions attached. You have to stay as low class as possible and you have to keep voting for the party that signs your checks. In other words, you have agreed to your own subsistence-level slavery. Look around you, Señora. There are plenty of slaves in open revolt and the citizens caught in the middle have just about had enough of everyone’s leeching. This country is on the verge of going up in flames. Whose side are you on?
The Señora will stare but I will continue, “Let me tell you a story. It’s a parable of three little pigs. Two out of three were lazy, taking the easy way out, living on government checks and handouts, settling for whatever they could get and never trying for more. The wolves at the door huffed and puffed and blew down their faulty lifestyle. The third pig, however, was NOT lazy. He worked for what he had and he built his house with sweat and pride. When the big-bads arrived, they did not blow his house down, for he let them in and recognized them for what they were – his kindred. The pig skin fell away; he was a wolf and had been all along. Did you build your own house or did you accept a check and a key to section eight along with the lie, it’s not your fault. It’s socio-economic disadvantage. Here you go. You can’t be expected to do any better. We’ll take are of you…just keep us in office… Was your house built on this lie? You know the answer, but what will you do about it? The wolves are prowling.”
I will then ask the Señora if she wants to be an American. If the answer is yes, she must believe with all her heart and soul that she can and will do better. Throw off the pig skin and put down the chips and dip! It is time to stop whining and start growling. If our immigrants will not stand up in Mexico, they must do it here. We have the same enemy.
The Señora protests, “I guess you don’t want an ordinary life. That’s all I want.” Isn’t that charming; as well as foolish, naive and typical. The standards of an ordinary life are dripping into the gutter while average folks pretend everything is a-ok. Hey, as long as the television works it’s not so bad, right? Wake up! Your children may not have the option for an ordinary life. I wish that was not true, but we are standing on very uncertain ground while our quality of life erodes underneath our feet. Are we all just going to stand here?
More protestations will follow, “What would you have us do, stop being Mexican?” Señora, that is a good place to start. If you want to be Mexican then go back to Mexico and save it. If you want to be American then integrate, assimilate, eat better, educate yourself, educate your kids, clean up your neighborhood, and make a difference. I keep hearing that immigrants are great for America. Prove them right! You can NOT do that by being ordinary. This is no time for ordinary.
She may stare at her plump feet, then gather her overweight kids with a huff, and waddle away thinking about hateful, white Americans. What she should think about is this: The Señora and her children can be Americans with Mexican heritage but they can NOT just be Mexicans squatting on American soil. The difference is subtle but crucial. The difference will make or break this country.