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April
1, 2008
Scoping Out
Pepe
Why We
Should Get It Right, But Won't
by Fred Reed
Gringos here in Mexico talk endlessly about how
they love and admire the Mexican people, how
friendly the natives are, how wonderful the culture
is and, by strong implication, how wonderful the
gringos are for appreciating Mexico. Actually they
don't. They live in gated communities in the hills,
can't speak three words of Spanish, and have
surprisingly little contact with the country. They
have invented a Mexico that doesn't exist, and have
fallen in love with it.
Thus many of their ideas about Mexicans are
wrong, compounded equally of ideology and wishful
thinking. The same happens in America. This will
one day give birth to surprising children.
The truth is that Mexicans are about like people
the world over, which means that regarding them
with syrupy condescension as fuzzy heartwarming
Pedros and Marias is a mistake. They don't much
like Americans, regarding them as arrogant and
rich. The distaste is no more than distaste: they
do not dream of lynching Yanquis. Nonetheless,
regarding Mexico as a nation of smiling maids and
obedient gardeners overlooks a somewhat darker
picture. They would not be quite so smiling and
obedient if they had a better economic choice.
An interesting observation: In five years I have
encountered no hostility from Mexicans who have
always lived in Mexico. The five or six men who
were aggressively hostile all spoke barrio English.
They had spent time in the US. Think about it.
The US would be well advised to take certain
realities into account when it ponders today's
unrestricted immigration. Those who favor
immigration tend to hold an idealized view of the
newcomers. They are so-o-o-o hardworking! Yes, in
the first generation. They just want a better life!
So they do. They are just like Italian and Polish
immigrants of the last century. No, they are not.
They are Mexicans.
Mexico is a third-world country -- yes, an upper
third-world Latin American country, functioning
reasonably well, and not Haiti or Bangladesh. It's
a nice place to live, which is why a half million
North Americans are here. Yet Mexico is very, very
different from America. If America and England are
a few inches apart, Americans and France a few
more, Mexico is several feet off in the
distance.
While gringos and Mexicans live next to each
other here in amity, they do not mix. They can't. A
retired executive from Boeing has nothing in common
with a man with a fourth-grade education who will
never read a book in his life. Pepe is smiling and
amiable while working in the garden. He is also a
grown man, not a teddy bear. If the retired
engineer met Pepe in Pepe's favorite bar, the
engineer might come to a very different
understanding of Pepe.
It is one thing to have Mexicans in America
while they still fearful of being deported. They
are polite and brown and eager to work. This
encourages the tendency to which Americans are
prone, to patronize them as just the nicest
babysitters and garbage men. Why, they are almost
like real people.
It will be a different thing when they are legal
and have a voting majority in the Southwest. They
understand perfectly that their day is coming. A
couple of years back I listened on the radio to a
Mexican-American politician from Texas. He pointed
out that when the Mexican children now in school
reach the age of eighteen, they will control the
government of the state. He was not hostile, did
not say as Barack Obama's minister did, "God damn
America." Yet he saw what was coming, and was well
pleased. From the Mexican point of view, they are
getting back states which rightly belong to
them.
They assuredly are. Shortly the US will have a
southern tier of states under Mexican-American
control.
The hopeful idea is that they will meld as did
the Irish and Italians and Vietnamese. The flaw in
this happy ointment is that they do very poorly in
school -- better than blacks, but well below whites
and Asians. This is not a problem of the first
generation only, in which case it might eventually
cure itself, but of later generations also. It
looks innate, or at least as if it will continue.
Then what?
Then they will have no choice but to be waiters
and garbage collectors. The first generation will
tolerate it, happy to be making what seems to them
good money. A few will succeed and move up. Most
won't. The second generation, relegated forever to
jobs of low pay and less esteem, will become
resentful. Inevitably they will see the relegation
as indicating discrimination, not incapacity. The
young, unable to compete, will gravitate toward
others who can't and we will have another permanent
underclass. If you don't believe me, watch.
The United States advertises itself as a land of
opportunity, and in fact is, but only for the
bright. A poor kid who pops 1500 on his SATs can
get into a good university and come out as anything
he chooses. Universities look for such students. A
kid who barely reads has no chance. For him, there
are no opportunities.
Why is it unlikely that the immigrants will
improve scholastically? For reasons a fair few
understand but nobody talks about. Intelligence.
Mexico consists of three layers, or maybe two
layers with a spectrum between. The governing class
is white, and at about the European level on IQ
tests, not surprising because they are European.
You have the mestizos, who do conspicuously less
well, and the pure Indians, lower yet. The white
upper class is not swimming the river.
IQ is a forbidden topic, but it tracks reality
depressingly well. No country below Laredo has ever
produced anything important in the sciences. And
while in any group there are exceptions, it is the
majority who determine social results. This bears
thinking about. Reality does not respect politics.
Holding one's breath and turning blue will change
nothing. Insisting that something can't be so or
shouldn't be so doesn't change whether it is
so.
Inequality can be seen in the streets here. In
Guadalajara, una ciudad muy guera, a very white
city, you have highly sophisticated people who talk
of the arts on the radio as intelligently as any in
America. They go to the opera, buy in good
bookstores, and serve competently as doctors and
technicians. In the villages you find people with
far more Indian blood and almost no academic
achievement or interest. Out in the hills there is,
dead serious, a lot of witchcraft.
It's a different world. And coming to a mall
near you.
Reed
Archive
Copyright 2008 by Fred Reed and reproduced here by
permission of the author.
About
the Author (by the author):
Fred Reed is a Marine combat veteran, police
reporter, amateur biochemist, former long-haul
hitchhiker, and part-time sociopath living in
Mexico. Fred, a keyboard mercenary with a
disorganized past, has worked on staff for Army
Times, The Washingtonian, Soldier of Fortune,
Federal Computer Week, and The Washington
Times. He has been published in Playboy,
Soldier of Fortune, The Wall Street Journal, The
Washington Post, Harper's, National Review, Signal,
Air&Space, and suchlike. He has worked as a
police writer, technology editor, military
specialist, and authority on mercenary soldiers. He
is by all accounts as looney as a tune.
Visit the "Fred
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The essays in A Brass Pole in
Bangkok, are sometimes wildly funny,
sometimes deadly serious, always merciless
in their unmasking of the pretenses and
charlatans of society. Fred, a former
Marine, subscribes to no ideology ("an
ideology is just a systematic way of
misunderstanding the world") but
exuberantly wreaks havoc on practically
everything, and delights in everything
else: the psychotherapy swindle, squalling
feminists, race racketeers, damn fool
wars, red-light districts in Asia, and
tequila fests in Mexico, where he
lives.
A
Brass Pole in Bangkok: A Thing I Aspire To
Be, by Fred Reed
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