Mexicano Temeroso del Cambio
Dear Readers: The above Mexican fearful of change is a denizen of Mexico City, whom amongst its many ignominies (smog, crime, overcrowding) and beauties (sprawl, a heritage going back millennia, danielhernandez.typepad.com) is the world's greatest Spanish: a baroque, mind-numbing string of bawdiness, twisting tones and words starting with the letter ch- (listen to Café Tacuba's remake of "Chilanga Banda" for this dialect's highest form) that makes custodians of Cervantes cringe. That's not the language of Temeroso's nephews y sobrinas, however—it seems they're fresas (literally "strawberries," but a derisive nickname for hipsters) since he boasts of their middle-class upbringing and rags on residents of Tepito, DF's version of Detroit. But I feel bad for the guy, 'cause he's fucked. If there's but one lesson you take from this column, America (besides the fact that Mexicans love midgets), it's this: language is the most malleable, fleeting cultural trait. Mexico City Spanish is different from the español of other Mexican states, and both differ from the Spanish of el Norte, which mixes the argots of other Latinos to create the version you so scorn, Temeroso. Your precious fresas will succumb to this blight but also contribute to the growth of their new master Spanish. The only hope you can maintain to ensure some level of Mexican cultural purity is to ensure the niños don't become cheeseheads and teach them to root for the Oakland Raiders—or at least the Dallas Cowboys. Now, go enchufa una chava, chulo.
Dear Mexican: I'm grateful to find your column. I've looked everywhere, including the Pew Hispanic Center, but I can't find a concise summary of the number of Hispanics who have served, died and been wounded in the current war. From what I can determine, Hispanics have been serving this country in war since the Revolution. In Texas, where I've lived since 1970, Lorenzo DeZavala, whose great-great grandson I know, helped to form this state.
The Ghost of Guy Gabaldon
Dear Patriot: This is ¡Ask a Mexican!, not ¡Ask a Latino!, but I'll make an exception for your important query. The Pew Hispanic Center did release a report on Latino attitudes toward the Iraq invasion (we generally hate it), but there exists no comprehensive overview of Latinos in the military, just snippets. Some of them: more Latinos have died in Iraq than any other ethnicity and represent about 11 percent of total American casualties (I won't bother with figures, since they'll undoubtedly be bigger by the time this column gets published). Two of our present Vietnam's first fallen soldiers, José Angel Garibay and José Gutierrez, were originally illegals from Mexico and Guatemala, respectively. The numbers of non-citizen Latinos serving number into the tens of thousands, meaning while most Know Nothings rail about aliens from the comfort of a sidewalk, a lot of those evil anchor babies are out fighting to preserve the freedom that allows pendejos to slur their families. And Latinos have proudly served this country for centuries, from Garibay and Gutierrez to Jesús "Chewy" Baca in the Galactic Civil War.