Do you agree with gente that think you can’t be vegetarian if you’re Mexican ’cause meat is an essential part of our diet? I’ve heard this argument three times within the last 24 hours from two blogs and The Today Show this morning. I think it’s babosadas. Like, my parents growing up in Zacatecas only had meat on Friday when the pollero came knockin’, or other rare occurrences.
Dear Lenten Girl:
Of course it’s babosadas. A Mexican can eat a perfectly fine vegan diet—nopales, tortillas and all the wonderful vegetables of Mexico, from chayotes to huauzontle to beans, chiles and more—and still be as raza as Cuauhtémoc. See, the traditional indigenous diet didn’t include too much meat, and definitely not any beef, pork, goat, lamb or chicken, as those animals weren’t native to the New World (yes, this sentence contained a triple-negative, shepherds of Shakespeare. Váyanse a la chingada). Yet those are the very meats those anti-vegetarian braggarts cite, in the form of carne asada, chorizo, birria, barbacoa or pollos rostizado when they claim Mexicans can’t live on a carne-free diet. These are the same pendejos who say they’re puro mexicano while downing a Bohemia (named after the Czech immigrants who revolutionized Mexico’s beer industry … alongside the Germans), eating their bolillos (introduced by the French) and tacos al pastor (brought in by Lebanese immigrants), and washing it all with a Mexican Coke (done by gabachos). And those idiots must also love the most recent issue of Time magazine with Mexican President Enrique Peña Nieto being hailed as Mexico’s savior, as laughable a premise as a Mexican showing up to a party on time.
Why are so many young Mexicans in gangs? And why do they love to graffiti everything, even their own ghetto apartment building? I see too damn much of this in the Los Angeles area. ¿Qué pasa?
—El Virgin de 50 Anos
Dear Virgin of 50 Anuses:
Let’s not pussyfoot around the issue: The National Gang Center’s “2011 National Youth Gang Survey” found that 46.2 of all gang members in the United States were Latinos, by far the largest percentage among ethnic groups in this country. But if you take the 367,000-plus documented gang members in los Estados Unidos and put that over the 34 million people of Mexican descent in the United States, that only amounts to barely 1 percent of all Mexicans in this country—1 percent too many, but hardly the epidemic Know Nothings make out the gang problem to be among Mexican-Americans (and keep in mind that the Latino-gangs figure doesn’t differentiate by national origin, meaning the cholo figure in our equation is artificially inflated, thanks to Dominican, Puerto Rican and Salvadoran gangs). Then take into mind that gangs have existed among young immigrant men—especially in urban areas—since the founding of the Republic, and the question becomes: Why isn’t there more young Mexican chicos in gangs? But you asked why do they join, so rent Gangs of New York, Angels With Dirty Faces, The Godfather, The Hangover and all that desmadre for the answer.
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