Le Chuparrón La Sangre, El Corazon, El Alma, El Espiritu a Mexico

Thank I give Thanks for living here. I know we have many problems that need to be addressed. But, I would not choose to live anywhere else.
A sad and reflective day September 11, just passed.
And as 16 of September approaches in which Mexico issues el Grito de Dolores, calling for the end of Spanish rule 1810 (Mexican Independence Day).

Perhaps most importantly, it reminds the people of the origins of their nation and those that fought and died so that Mexico may be free.

But, is Mexico free?

I see posts starting on Viva Mexico on FB. But, for me it is cancelled for lack of interest. How can you celebrate a country that no longer exists. I am working on re-naming it, any suggestions?
The Viva in Mexico is gone…….. the lifeline, the blood was sucked out! Le chuparron la sangre! It is dried out, without spirit.

Of course, people will dance on the streets, there will be parades, as the margaritas flow, to bad Mariachi music. One big party.

Que no saben que Mexico ya no existe! Aren’t you aware Mexico no longer exists. It was swallowed up, absorbed call it what you wish, gone, vanished, no longer to return!

Unfortunately I must admit, I have paternal family here, who are undocumented. Of course, I feel and understand their struggles. But, I also understand the struggles of my own country. As an American of Mexican descent my loyalty is here.
And because, on Trumps recent trip to Mexico to meet with President Nieto Pena. Many Mejicanos felt betrayed. Alejandro Inarritu the “Birdman” director states. “One hundred and sixty-eight years ago, Antonio López de Santa Ana gave away almost half of our territory. President Peña Nieto has just given away the little bit of dignity that was left us.”

What?
Does anyone care that all major tourist destinations; the smallest villages to cities in Mexico, are all Americanized. THIS should be of major concern, to Mejicanos. Where is the dignity? How much of this absorption was sought and welcomed?
Mexico today, is very similar to living here. Do you feel any sense of BETRAYAL for losing Mexico?
On our last trip to Mexico the whole time I felt I was in a nice resort in Santa Barbara, California. Which is not what I wanted.

I know the first and fastest way to lose a culture; is to lose its language. Which has already happened in Mexico.

I write about what I see, feel and know……. and I feel Mexico is forever gone, stripped, emptied, and crushed!
It has lost it’s Identity. Childhood lost.

How did this happen to Mexico, why was it permitted by the Mexican people? Could it not be prevented, or perhaps this is what they have always wanted, huh?

Unfortunately, I also recall my memories of sometime approximately in 1974, when I attended Universidad Anahuac in Mexico City for summer school. I was traveling with a theatrical troupe of approximately 20 students from Sacramento State University. I recall being exposed to Marxism mumble-jumble conversations. We were accused of being “bourgeois.”
Rich little spoiled Mexican-Americans. Which truly angered me since my Mama was out working in the fields so I could galavant around Mexico.
We were viewed as different and even encountered hostility toward us. What I felt was anger from Mejicanos, they basically felt, why were we so lucky to have been born in the United States?
The Mejicanos views toward Mexican-American women was very chauvinistic. We were all classified and viewed as (white women) which put us in the category of being “easy.”
I left Mexico City totally crushed; disillusioned and disappointed to say the least. Needing time to re-evaluate my stand on my beloved Mexico. If you have followed my on going tele-novela. Ha-ha. You would know that I was “working out” continual resentment toward my Papa, who was born in Mexico. Since I felt he had used my Mama to get his papers “fixed” and then turned around and abandoned us as children.

It was early 1900’s my maternal Abuelitos came to America. My Abuelita learned to read, write and speak perfect English by 2nd grade in Abilene, Texas.
Since then, they’ve used the opportunities available to them here in America, to climb the American ladder and have advanced from generation to generation. But, they did it legally.

I really couldn’t expound about the ideology and doctrines of Imperialism and Colonization, beyond the basics. I repeatedly hear these terms tossed around from native born Mejicanos, including white supremacy. I hear some Mejicanos claiming they were absorbed by these powerful influences. But, my genuine confusion stems from my observations.
I see people who are happy and thriving.
These changes appear to be welcomed, as they eat their Mickey D quarter pounder, wearing their Tommy Hiligier t-shirts or carrying their Michael Kors purse. I do not see any dissension or anyone upset by what has transpired in Mexico. But, I do hear complaints about their corrupt government.

Allow me to share three cases that come to mind.
I know a young lady who is here undocumented, unfortunately she represents many young people’s viewpoints of being filled with rage. She has received a free University education here. I have seen her posts on FB bashing the U.S., for not doing enough for undocumented workers, as she styles her blond hair!

I know a family that is close to me from a small village in Quintana Roo. They do not consider themselves Mexicans, but Mayans. They speak a dialect with a click in their language.
This one young man arrived barefoot. He now is a chef in a restaurant. And so are most of his cousins. There belly is full. They have money, a roof over there head; in a humble apt., clothes and cars they share. They have learned broken English, and get by.
They miss their homeland and families. But, do you think they want to go home? Heck no! They are comfortable and satisfied here.

I also know another case where an acquaintance has not seen his parents, brothers and sisters, and other family members in 20 years. His children were born here. He cannot leave. I guess you could say he is trapped here (not too bad a place to be trapped) huh?

It has taken a long time to realize the gifts my Lord has presented me; I view all of my experiences as treasures of my childhood. Thank you Lord.

Abrazos

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I am perpetually creative, and my eyes “feel” art everywhere. Who am I, I am an open book. I believe that sharing “from the heart” with one another is what connects us, heals us, and inspires us! My love for my Lord, family, friends, cooking, crafting, gardening/nature, vintage, sewing and different cultures; these passions and too many more to list, have moved my hand to paper, thus, Abrazos y Besos. In addition to a nudge by my baby sister, Dudies. My last name is Hug which means Abrazo in Spanish, hence the name of my blog: “Abrazos y Besos” translating to “Hugs & Kisses.” I will focus on our personal life journey with Mi Corazon (Augie Hug) sprinkled with love, spice and fun. Please tune in. Philippians 4:13 New King James Version (NKJV) 13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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