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Dear Mexican: Do your countrymen still worship the rock band Santana? Or are they looked as like the Who in England and Crosby Still and Nash in America, old relics from the good ol' Woodstock days?
— Abraxas to the Maxas!
Dear Gabacho: Mexicans actually never worshipped Carlos Santana, who was born in Jalisco and grew up in Tijuana before moving to San Francisco and become the Quetzalcoatl of rock. Oh, we've always respected him — after all, Santana is a mexicano who hit it big by fusing Latin rhythms with acid rock — but he long ago left the earthly realm of nationalism to hang out with his guardian angel, Metatron, making him the true manifestation of la raza cósmica. Mexicans respect all of that, but like their male Mexican musicians the way hombres like their sex: loud, sweaty and done in under four minutes — OK, three.
My husband, who is very proud of his Mexican heritage, grew up with a more traditional Mexican upbringing then I did. Long story short, he bought this T-shirt with Pancho Villa on it that has the words "Gringo, I Want You" in big bold letters on the back of it with a picture of Pancho Villa pointing. When he bought this T-shirt I told him, "Honey, are you sure you should be wearing that T-shirt? Someone might take offense to it." He told me "No! No one would even notice what it says."
Last night we were our local drug store and some big biker dude, parked his big hog on the sidewalk, came up to us and started yelling loudly at my husband, "Hey, you M'fer, I'm a gringo, I don't like that shirt you're wearing, you better take that shirt off." My husband at first thought the guy was just joking, but the biker continued. I figured the guy was drunk; I was so mad I wanted to kick his bike over when we walked back our car, but I said nothing until we got in the car and I did the "I told you so" to my husband.
So my question to you Mexican is: What should we have done? Stand for our rights to wear what ever the hell we want to wear? Or just ignore the biker dude and walk out of the store? This was a big M'fer, and my husband is a small-framed 50-year-old diabetic viejito. Back in the day, he would've knocked out the SOB the floor. My view is — even thought I did the "I told you so" thing to my husband — I believe my viejito should have the right to wear the T-shirt. But I feel the biker dude was entitled to be offended, too. Last night, my viejito slept in that T-shirt and refuses to take it off now; I'm proud of him.
— Angie la OC Pocha
Dear Pocha: Short story long! Long answer short? Reward his bravery by wearing Pancho Villa chonis.
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