Mrs. Obama, I’m a wife as well.
So while you are President Barack Obama’s wife, I get that you are your own individual.
But here’s my question: Not for nothing, but what the hell was the point of your visit to Mexico?
I mean, sure, you danced with some public school kids.
You said, “Sí se puede.”
You visited a university or two.
And you stayed within the confines of Mexico City. For those of you that don’t know, Mexico City is certainly not a microcosm of the rest of the country.
But I think what I liked best about your trip was this quote:
“Those of you who have a seat at the table must do your part to make room for others who don’t,” she said, holding up as an example of leaders who have risen up from humble means Benito Juarez, a celebrated 19th century Mexican president, and her own husband.
Really kids, I’m so tired of people who think that Mexico is just like the US.
In the spheres that I move in here, the sad fact is that 95% of the time, sheer grit and determination will not pull you out of your class ranking in this country.
In my opinion, after nine years of living here, Mexico’s economic class system is just as stifling as India’s caste system.
And Mrs. Obama, the dirty little secret here is that someone with your skin color, or someone with your husband’s skin color won’t be President of Mexico any time soon.
Sure, there are activists who are working their hearts out to change that paradigm here in this country. I consider myself an ally on this issue as well.
But you know what I get asked most by Mexicans when I say that I’m from New York?
1. Some type of 9-11 question.
2. Some type of, “Aren’t there a lot of scary black people in New York?” question.
I’m not talking 19th century. I’m talking the recent past. I’m talking today.
So thanks for coming and all that.
Your almost total silence about the drug wars told me everything that I needed to know.
And now I have to go and count up how many undocumented immigrants were deported back to Mexico during your visit.