First, I would like to describe myself. I am Mexican, and can trace direct members of my family through 400+ years of Mexican history. However, because my family settled in Monterrey, here no indians lived, and didn’t mix, I am very, very, very pale. Actually, I look Jewish, and thanks to having some Jewish ancestor somewhere, I have the most stereotypical Jewish name in existence. Most people think I’m Jewish, and combined with the fact that I speak english fluently, no one would ever guess I was Mexican.
All right, now my story:
So I am a shotputter/discus thrower in high school. This year is a rebuilding year, and a consequence of that is we have no girls shotputters. This is a problem. However, it seems the problem was solved, as two days ago I was told that we were getting a thrower from Mexico, who had just moved hee, and she was a throwing champion of her state. Well, this made me happy. So I goo to another friend, and shout, “Hey ****! We’re getting a new girls shot putter from Mexico! We’re importing now!”
This causes our glorious leader to turn around and say, "you know ñañi, you have a really wierd way of looking at the world (I would like to point out that this was all said in a ‘you-rascist-bastard’ tone of voice). I didn’t get it at first. I said yeah, I know. then he said, “great job making her feel welcome!” and walked away.
Well, this stopped me dead in my tracks. Apparently, coach had forgotten I was also an import. So, worried tht I had just made myself into a racist, I went to some Mexican friends and a teacher who I knew at the school and related the story. Here is where it gets interesting. When I related the story where I say “We’re Importing!” they all, without exception, laughed, congradulating my wittiness. they did not have an answer for me concerning my coach’s response, although my teacher pointed out to me that I don’t look Latino, and that he could have forgotten. Not convinced, I head home, and tell my parents, and later, my cousins, grandma, and various uncles. Again, they all laughed at the joke, and were at loss to my coaches reaction. My father, (who, FTR, has never laughed at anything remotely inappropriate), pointed out that it wasn’t even an insult, that you import when you have lower quality domestic products. Armed with this new knowledge, I went to school.
I I talk to my coach, and here is our conversation:
Me: Uh, Coach, you know I’m an import too, right?
Coach: Well, it doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t say that about…
Me: But I’m talking about my own people.
Coach: What people are you talking about?
Me: The Mexican people.
Coach: But shes not Mexican. I just know shes from Latin America.
Me: That’s not what you said yesterday.
Coach: But still, shes different from you. She speaks little english, shes new here, I mean, do you feel foriegn?
Me: Yes
Coach: what? with the way you speak… No, I’m not going to get into this argument. Fine. you have poetic liscence.
End.
Thoughts:
First of all, i would like to talk about who can say what. As a mexican, I can say things about Mexicans. This is because when other Mexicans hear me, they know I am joking. After all, I am mexican, and even If I am serious, I am only dissing myself. But if a non-Mexican says something, it is bad, because we can’t know if they are serious or not, no matter how jokingly said. We have no idea how to react, and this causes offense. However, As a Mexican, I don’t operate under the same rules in regards to other Mexicans.
Secondly, it is my experience in mexico and Latin America that teasing, peer pressure, insulting, etc. is a very lare part of the culture. It is perfectly normal and expected for youths to take shots at each other. Now, If this girl gets upset from a pretty tame comment from a countryman, then she really needs to get help, because, speaking from experience, being an immigrant is not easy. If we are going to succeed and create a better life for ourselves, we need to grow a thick skin. Better that she gets it from jokes by her paisanos then from some real rascist dickhole.
Now, I am not saying that America is a big rascist country. Quite the contrary. However rascism is still active here. How do I know this? I can not count the times I have been in a group of people, who, looking around, and thinking they see no Mexicans, proceed to bash. I can’t tell you how many times when I could not speak english that people came up to me, perfectly nice, only to have complacency turn to revulsion in their eyes when they realized what I was. I can’t tell you how many “Virgin of Guadalupe” remarks I have heard over the years. Every time this happens, I am reminded of who I am. I am never allowed to assimilate. Sure, I can speak like a natve, but who cares? How you look and talk doesn’t define who you are.
Now, I have lived here many years, and I have seen much bad things. However, I have seen many, many, many great things. I owe an unfathomable amount to this country, and I am proud of my adoptive country, and will defend it against anyone. But if I had let eery joke or remark from Jose or joe Blow upset me, I would be a lot less happy today. And so will this girl, if she lets everything bother her.
This was a pretty big MPSIMS, And I don’t really know where to go with it. I feel I kind of ran out of steam midway thorugh. Any questions are appreiated, and if I am at fault here, (I feel I came off a tad angry towards Americans. That was not my intention please point it out. Thanks.