Two weeks ago, a Hispanic man was beaten to death in my hometown. He left behind a fiancée and three small children. The crime was perpetrated by a group of drunken teenagers. Although the exact circumstances of the night are still up in the air, it seems that the victim’s biggest crime was being Mexican.
Shenandoah is a very “white” town. When I was growing up there was maybe a handful of minorities. Even today, our area is mostly white, with much tension between races. However, we have had an increase in the Hispanic population in recent years that is centered in Shenandoah due to an old priest who had connections with Mexico and Puerto Rico. This caused an uproar in the town that continues to this day. I had thought that it was dying down a bit, but unfortunately I was wrong.
While I had not known Luis, my mom knew him as a customer at her workplace. She said he was a very sweet man. He was also hard working, as he was holding down two jobs in an effort to support his family. But the only thing that sees to matter to most people is his race. The comments on the website for our local paper are horrifying. I have never seen such hate before, and it saddens and angers me. While there are many comments and people in support of his family, most of the comments are aimed at blaming them. They say that it wouldn’t have happened if he had stayed where he belongs, and are trying to make heroes out of the boys for helping to weed out the illegals. Even our town officials are trying to downplay the seriousness of it all. It is truly disheartening.
I don’t think I can fully express my feelings toward the situation in words. You can read details of the crime here. It also made the Drudge Report. You may not want to read the comments while eating, as they are truly nauseating.
I’m at work now, but will check on the thread as I can either tonite, or tomorrow.