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THE MANIFESTO OF THE PUREPECHA PLATEAU
or: Culture, Migration & Madness on Both Sides of the Río Bravo

 

III. Utopia and Apocalypse

In the United States, homogenizing untruths are promoted by the conservative and liberal establishments (Republicans and Democrats) as well as by the marginalized left. It has been said, for example, that with Latino majorities in several U.S. cities "la raza" will finally be able to exercise some political power to counter xenophobic measures like California's Proposition 187, or the infamous welfare reform signed by President Clinton. Indeed, in the November 1996 elections, new Latino citizens voted overwhelmingly Democratic and succeeded in ousting California Representative "B-1" Bob Dornan, a Republican nativist from the Pleistocene Age, with young Democrat (and, need we metion, Latina) Loretta Sánchez.

But we Latinos in los United aren't the least bit homogeneous. We're Salvadorans and Guatemalans, Cubans and Puerto Ricans, Hondurans and Colombians and Nicaraguans, and among the Mexicans you've got to distinguish between recent arrivals, second- and third-generation Chicanos, and the Hispanos of New Mexico whose roots in the Southwest reach back centuries. What's more, we're middle class and working class, white and black and Indian, Catholic and Pentecostal and Jewish. We're everything we are on the other side (that is, in Latin America).

It's hard to imagine the Miami Cubans always agreeing with the California Chicanos or the migrants from Zacatecas always getting along with those from Michoacán (just remember the rumbles between those two in St. Louis, Missouri, which left several dozen dead or wounded). On both sides of the Río Grande we are immersed in a rapid process of mestizaje: cultures and subcultures bloom like the thousand flowers of Mao. For us, this process creates new utopias and new apocalypses simultaneously.





picture from the serie Whay immigration problem? Joseph Rodríguez, 1996




 For example, in the barrio of Compton in South L.A.-famous all over the world for its African-American gangs and rappers like Ice Cube-the Latino population (most of them recent arrivals from Mexico and Central America) is threatening to displace the African-American community. As this demographic change occurs, two opposing realities confront each other on the streets of Compton. On the one hand is a racial and class conflict between Blacks and Latinos: the appearance if not the reality of competition between the two for the few poorly paid jobs left in Southern California. "Pinches mayates," say the Mexicans of the Blacks. "Fuckin' wetbacks," say the Blacks of the Mexicans.

Yet, out of this seemingly apocalyptic situation emerge new possibilities. Two years ago in Compton High School, a young Salvadoran was elected president of the student council. He won votes from both Blacks and Latinos. Because the kid speaks English and Spanish. Because he listens to rap and oldies and boleros and rock. Because his girlfriend is Black. Because he was practically born in the barrio (he came from his country of birth when he was six) and he can speak African-American English and Spanish equally well.

We have two presents, two contradictory futures: the chaos of a modern Tower of Babel, or a new Pentecost in which all will understand each other even though we end up speaking different tongues. What threatens us with a new Babel is the economic rupture that pits "marginal" groups against one another over the crumbs of the new economic order, an order which clearly will not offer the majority access to the American dream. As the dream of a better life is thwarted for Mexicans in New York, African-Americans in Chicago, Turks in France, Nigerians in England and Purépechas in Michoacán, desperation grows, and with it, desperate attempts to survive: crossing the border in Arizona and risking dying of thirst in the desert; getting into drug trafficking, prostitution, street vending, the thousand ways you can live off the black market. Or unburdening yourself through violence aimed at people like yourself, like the Zacatecans and Michoacaners who bust each other's heads in St. Louis, or the Mexican "18 Street" gang and the Salvadoran "Mara Salvatrucha" gang who battle over Los Angeles's Pico Union barrio.

Political unity among Latinos, if it ever happens, will be only momentary. The struggle against Proposition 187 in California was a classic example. In 1994, days before the vote that approved the anti-immigrant measure, more than 100,000 people marched in Los Angeles, including plenty of Chicanos and Salvadorans, from recent arrivals to third-generation Americans. After losing the vote, however, the movement fell apart. Desperation and frustration can bring people together, but it can also accelerate fragmentation. Today we are more fragmented than ever, which is terrible, which is beautiful. When the false homogenizing constructs of the past break up, awareness of our diversity (and tolerance, I hope) will increase-along with a sort of existential anguish. If "essential" Mexico doesn't exist, what can we use to fill the void? If the melting pot doesn't exist, how can we reconstruct the American Dream?

This is not a time for unearthing old bullshit or for hanging your head. It is a time for expanding our concept of identity, of tolerance, of democracy. What's crucial is finding a way to connect our processes of cultural and social migration with our economic situation-and forming alliances across the lines of race and ethnicity to confront class inequity head-on. Because by now we all know, as has been said in Chiapas, that where there is hunger there can be no democracy. Or as any of the postborder Pure'pecha kids would say: if there ain't no job, let's head for the other side!

 

Coyotes helping people cross border
Nogales, Sonora. (1996)
Joseph Rodríguez

 

Rubén Martínez can be reached at: ruben62@aol.com

 Ruben Martinez is an editor at Pacific News Service. Based in Mexico City and Los Angeles, he is working on a book about the cultural and political ferment of the borderlands for Metropolitan/Holt Books.


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