So for those of you who don’t know, I’m half-Mexican. I identify to the world as Mexican-North American. And apart from my heritage, Mexico is something totally tangible for me now – I sit at Mexico’s proverbial table every day of my life.
Mexico’s bicentennial independence celebrations have started. At some point tonight, the President of Mexico, Felipe Calderón, will do the grito from the zocalo in Mexico City.The grito will happen very soon here in our city’s zocalo as well.
Peeps, I want to get caught up in the celebrations. I honestly do. But I can’t.
I’ve got a horrible duality going on: I’m proud to be half-Mexican. This country is where two of my grandparents are buried and that means something to me now in a way that I didn’t really care about growing up in the States. This country’s blood pulses through me.
But also I feel that Mexico is a painful place to live in/live through right now. An unsafe place, economically, physically and psychologically.
10:15pm and I’ve heard none of the usual pre-grito sounds in the streets here at all today: People playing plastic horns, the cheers, the shouts of Viva México! Around here, it’s deathly quiet. And we live in the tourist area.The government and media can say whatever damn silliness they want. People here in this city are afraid.
I want Mexico to get up on its own feet and walk. I truly do – more than I care to admit. But what I don’t want to keep hearing is how Mexico needs to celebrate today, in the face of great difficulty. That Mexico needs to put it all aside and unite. For me, there’s just too much water under the bridge. R feels the same way as well.
So I won’t be saying ¡Viva Mexico! any time soon. But I will say, “Que se recupere México.”
May Mexico be revived. Sweet Jesus, may Mexico be revived soon.