September 29, 2007
I have a track jacket that says "Mexico" on it. It's really nice, black with the national colors. Darby got it for me at Epcot in Orlando. I like wearing it, I think it's cool.
Something I hadn't really realized until I moved to California was just how heated the immigration debate was here. It's just about the only thing people talk about on the radio. And to be clear, when they are talking about immigration – how they need to build a wall to save the state – they are talking about Mexican immigrants.
So while here I sometimes wear my jacket without thinking about it. And then I always notice people's reactions to it, like I'm making some grand statement. And in fact, if pressed, it's probably the statement I would make. All of us are immigrant here, even "Native Americans," all of us or our ancestors migrated here at some point in time.
Anyway, this really isn't meant to be an immigration debate or treatise, but more the setup for a funny story. I went to the grocery store tonight, where basically all of the baggers are Mexicans. I was wearing my jacket. I saw them look at it, and then look at it again, while I was checking out.
One of them starts clapping and singing the Mexican Football teams' fight song.
"Where did you get that jacket?" I answer Florida. "Why did you get it." Because I've been to Mexico a number of times and think it's a beautiful country, and I love the colors.
This answer seems to please him greatly. "It is a very beautiful jacket." I agree with him.
And while I walk out the door – no lie - no less than 5 of the baggers are now singing and clapping out the fight song.
Me, the accidental champion of Mexicans in California.
Posted by jason on September 29, 2007 03:33 AM
fight the good fight senor
*senor is spelled with that little ~ over the o
Posted by: bsweber on September 29, 2007 04:16 AM
Posted by: jaysonjaz on September 29, 2007 10:13 AM
Posted by: ian on September 29, 2007 10:53 AM
of course if mexico is so fricking awesome why are they HERE!-signed, conservative dude
Posted by: joshua Latshaw on September 29, 2007 02:06 PM
jasono iso nowo ono myo herooo listo righto behindo joano ofo arco.
Posted by: paul Odders on September 30, 2007 01:36 AM
You could do worse than befriend Mexicans in California. The best taco I ever had was in a little Mexican place outside San Francisco. It was the first time I had cilantro, and I was 18! I couldn't understand why I hadn't had cilantro before, it's just so good!
Posted by: Susan on October 1, 2007 03:08 PM