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.MEXIFORNIA Victor Davis Hanson 102MEXIFORNIA Victor Davis Hanson 103how team captains who discriminated against gifted athletes withno blood ties could find themselves the victims of much worsebias in the larger world—and for reasons far more malicious thanmerely being from a different clan.These teachers were at timesinsufferable in their condescension, haughty in their assumptionthat they were giving culture to the new arrivals and thereby lend-ing their “know-how” for “making it in America”—but make it inAmerica most of these immigrants did.The best speller was Gracie Luna, who alone of our classknew the plural of “phenomenon.” Armando Quintana was themost accomplished actor, always beating us out for dramatic partsthat were mainly Anglo.My twin and I thought it unfair that thesixth-grade football coach did not demand birth certificates, sincewe sat the bench while those whom we suspected were really twoor three years older played every game.One football whiz, RaulCarbajal, told us that he was sixteen.(How else was he shavingwhen the rest of us, at twelve years old, had only peach-fuzz?)When I saw him at a local baseball game last year, Raul, nownearly sixty and a veteran of thirty-five years as a skilled air-condi-tioning mechanic, told that he was actually eighteen at that time.As we watched our sons play ball, he said that our teachers, nowlong dead, who bought him new clothes and drove him home were“great men and women.”What we knew of Mexico was academic, and came out ofgeography and history classes, not “cultural studies”—its majorexports, largest cities, history before and after Cortés, names ofthe Mexican presidents and dictators, and so on.Our classmatesfilled in the blanks about real life in Mexico with patchy memoriesand exaggerated stories of contaminated water and crooked copsdown south.When Ralphie Salinas left at the semester break for avisit to Mexico, he asked me to pray for his safe return.When hegot back safe and sound, he sold us illegal fireworks, pornographiccomic books and strange candies, warning us in a whisper, “Thereare even scarier things down there than these.” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.MEXIFORNIA Victor Davis Hanson 102MEXIFORNIA Victor Davis Hanson 103how team captains who discriminated against gifted athletes withno blood ties could find themselves the victims of much worsebias in the larger world—and for reasons far more malicious thanmerely being from a different clan.These teachers were at timesinsufferable in their condescension, haughty in their assumptionthat they were giving culture to the new arrivals and thereby lend-ing their “know-how” for “making it in America”—but make it inAmerica most of these immigrants did.The best speller was Gracie Luna, who alone of our classknew the plural of “phenomenon.” Armando Quintana was themost accomplished actor, always beating us out for dramatic partsthat were mainly Anglo.My twin and I thought it unfair that thesixth-grade football coach did not demand birth certificates, sincewe sat the bench while those whom we suspected were really twoor three years older played every game.One football whiz, RaulCarbajal, told us that he was sixteen.(How else was he shavingwhen the rest of us, at twelve years old, had only peach-fuzz?)When I saw him at a local baseball game last year, Raul, nownearly sixty and a veteran of thirty-five years as a skilled air-condi-tioning mechanic, told that he was actually eighteen at that time.As we watched our sons play ball, he said that our teachers, nowlong dead, who bought him new clothes and drove him home were“great men and women.”What we knew of Mexico was academic, and came out ofgeography and history classes, not “cultural studies”—its majorexports, largest cities, history before and after Cortés, names ofthe Mexican presidents and dictators, and so on.Our classmatesfilled in the blanks about real life in Mexico with patchy memoriesand exaggerated stories of contaminated water and crooked copsdown south.When Ralphie Salinas left at the semester break for avisit to Mexico, he asked me to pray for his safe return.When hegot back safe and sound, he sold us illegal fireworks, pornographiccomic books and strange candies, warning us in a whisper, “Thereare even scarier things down there than these.” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]