Dear Mexican: You seem like a smart guy, and your input regarding an ethnic phenomenon I've observed would be of interest. I live in a tiny, gated neighborhood that I would describe as solidly middle- to upper-middle-class. On each side of me live Vietnamese small-business owners whose kids attend prestigious universities; across the street is a Filipino medical technologist, and four doors down is a Korean engineer. On the next block over is a Sikh Indian family and a family from Nigeria. They are all recent immigrants, and except for the Indians, none of them speak English fluently.
What is conspicuously missing is a single Mexican immigrant family, with the exception of the rich Mexican nationals from Saltillo—but they only visit on Christmas, Easter and shopping holidays.
How come immigrants from south of the border stay stuck on the bottom rungs of the proverbial ladder of success for generations? By contrast, other recent immigrant groups, particularly Asians, are kicking whitey's ass, economically speaking, by the second generation.
Puzzled in San Antonio
Dear Gabacho: "First of all, the children of immigrants from south of the border make steady intergenerational progress. In other words, each generation is doing better than the one before it in terms of socioeconomic indicators. DUH!" says Jody Agius Vallejo, assistant professor of sociology at the University of Southern California, and a scholar who specializes in the study of the Mexican immigrant y the Mexican-American middle class. "Latino immigration is generally a low-skilled, low-wage labor migration; how can you even compare that to your Korean engineer and Filipino med-tech neighbors who migrate to the U.S. with college degrees and who start off in the middle class?"
Vallejo also points out that more than a few non-Latino immigrants get resettlement assistance or initially qualify for welfare, "which greatly facilitates their upward mobility."
The Mexican will add a mention of the reality of middle-class suburbs like Whittier, Calif., where Mexis moved a generation ago, once they made money—only to have their gabacho neighbors white-flight it out of town. You can look it up!
Is it true that women migrant workers who work in the fields wear skirts or dresses over their pants so that when they have to use the bathroom in the fields, their private parts will be covered?
Dear Gabacha: No, but I see what you're getting at. One of the great Know Nothing conspiracies is the fundamentally fecal nature of Mexicans—essentially, that we're shit, and proof is in the periodic E. coli outbreaks that sicken and kill Americans. They blame the disease on illegals not washing their hands properly or cagando next to tomorrow's grilled asparagus—not the farm owners who push workers to skip bathroom breaks under the threat of a lesser wage, or ridiculous regulations that allow farmers to have restrooms as far away as a quarter-mile from work sites per Occupational Safety and Health Administration standards.
More telling, incidents of E. coli entering the public have increased in los Estados Unidos even as sanitation standards are higher than ever before, suggesting something other than shitting migrant workers is amiss in our nation's food chain—but why bother with reasoning when it's always easier to blame Mexicans?
By the way, the only report the Mexican was able to find on defecating farm workers was in a 1995 issue of the American Journal of Public Health, which showed 15 percent of them did the deed—15 percent too many, but hardly a sea of brown.
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