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		<title>Thinking About Mexicans</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alan Caruba</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thinking About Mexicans By Alan Caruba</p> <p>For some time now friends have been asking me why I haven’t written anything about the Arizona law, amnesty, illegal immigration, and Mexicans.</p> <p>The problem with trying to see all sides of the problem is that, sooner or later, you have to pick a side. That is what [...]]]></description>
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By Alan Caruba</p>
<p>For some time now friends have been asking me why I haven’t written anything about the Arizona law, amnesty, illegal immigration, and Mexicans.</p>
<p>The problem with trying to see all sides of the problem is that, sooner or later, you have to pick a side. That is what Americans are doing in light of the recent law passed in Arizona; a law that mirrors a federal law that, quite simply, is not being enforced.</p>
<p>What exactly were Arizonans expected to do in light of the fact that their border with Mexico is now a war zone?</p>
<p>A typical bachelor, I pretty much have the same thing for lunch every day, a soft tortilla in which two thin slices of smoked turkey are placed. Thirty seconds in the microwave and about six bites later lunch is over. And every day I look at that damned tortilla and I think about Mexicans.</p>
<p>Not Carlos Slim, one of the richest men in the world, but those poor souls trekking across deserts or sneaking in any way they can because, presumably, Mexico sucks so badly that their only hope is the land of the free and the home of the brave.<span id="more-15139"></span></p>
<p>There are a number of factors that encourage Mexicans to come here, not the least of which is that their per capita income is about one-third of that in the U.S. Mexico has always had an oligarchy of families that controlled the bulk of the money there and, on top of that, there are the drug lords whose income allows them to corrupt those in government positions and to kill those who oppose them.</p>
<p>President Felipe Calderon has made strides to improve the economy which has largely depended on its national oil company, tourism, and the billions in remittances sent home by those illegally in the United States.</p>
<p>Trade with the U.S. and Canada has tripled since the implementation of NAFTA in 1994 and with forty trade agreements with other nations. There are an estimated 46.1 million in its labor force. Nearly 60% are in the services sector, 25.7% are in industry, and 15.1% are in agriculture. Overall, 18.2% live below the poverty level and, in terms of their personal assets, 47% can be defined as poor.</p>
<p>A growing amount of agricultural harvesting in America is mechanized, but I have heard estimates that up to 80% depend on farm labor to do the hard work of picking produce. The Mexicans who cross the border often seek to make enough to send money back home and return there. Others decide not to return. A simple guest worker program is needed and long overdue. Agriculture is a huge part of our national GDP.</p>
<p>Arizona arrived at its decision to deal with its illegal immigration problem because of a dramatic rise in crime of every description. It did so because the federal government has paid lip service to protecting its and the other 2,000 miles of our southern border. Rasmussen Reports indicate that 59% of those polled support Arizona’s action.</p>
<p>What has myself and many other Americans thinking about Mexicans who are here illegally is as much a question of their <em>attitude</em> as of statistics. These are people whose heroes are not George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, or any other American icon. These are people who do not grow up celebrating the Fourth of July. National differences <em>are</em> important and should not be discounted.</p>
<p>Something is very wrong when illegal aliens, Mexicans and others from south of the border, feel empowered to march in the streets of our nation’s cities to demand instant citizenship. They have no right to be in the streets. They have no right to be in America.</p>
<p>Something is very wrong when America makes all manner of accommodation with what is essentially an invasion by millions of people who are here illegally.</p>
<p>The warnings against a bilingual society are based in the reality of how this undermines national cohesion. Generations of immigrants, including my own grandparents, learned to speak English. The provision of all manner of free social services costs taxpayers billions. It has distorted our educational and healthcare systems, and put an extraordinary burden on law enforcement and incarceration.</p>
<p>Americans are not opposed to legal immigration. They are opposed to a federal government that fails to meet its primary obligation to defend our borders and, by doing so, defend our native-born and naturalized citizens.</p>
<p>Politically, the current administration and the Democrat Party want to depict Republicans as racists because they want the Constitution and other applicable laws enforced. We need to see through this deception; a position designed to enhance their political power by luring Hispanics into their party by offering amnesty.</p>
<p>We tried amnesty in the past. It doesn’t just extend to those receiving citizenship for having broken our laws, it invites a new wave of illegal aliens. It is an extraordinarily bad idea and this is particularly true when the nation is in the midst of a financial crisis.</p>
<p>So, while I personally harbor no ill will toward Mexicans, I do oppose they’re being here illegally and I resent the resulting costs that must be borne by Americans. The problem is that there are anywhere from twelve to twenty million illegal aliens, including all such people, Hispanic and others, in the nation.</p>
<p>Other nations, including Mexico, have extremely harsh laws regarding illegal aliens. Unless and until the federal government begins to seriously enforce our laws, it puts our lives, our economy, and our nation at risk.</p>
<p>(c) Alan Caruba, 2010</p></div>
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		<title>SB1070</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 22:25:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antonio de la Vega</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[La ley SB1070 además de polémica debe encerrar otras razones de fondo, para llevar a la reflexión sobre los temas relacionados con el movimiento de personas en el mundo. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 200px"><a href="http://u.univision.com/contentroot/uol/art/images/noticias/inmi/2010/04/042310_jan_3.jpg"><br />
<img src="http://u.univision.com/contentroot/uol/art/images/noticias/inmi/2010/04/042310_jan_3.jpg" alt="" width="190" height="250" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">¿Qué hay en verdad de fondo tras la promulgación de la ley SB1070?</p></div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Un inmigrante se columpiaba</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>sobre la tela de una araña</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>como veía qué resistía</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>fue a llamar a otro inmigrante&#8230;</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Más que una clave archivonómica se trata de un distintivo. La ley aprobada y por entrar en vigor dentro de unas semanas en el estado de Arizona, Estados Unidos, ¿qué es? Como lo veo yo, es una llamada de atención tanto para el gobierno y la sociedad estadounidenses como para los mexicanos; y aún más, para el resto del mundo.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Estados Unidos y cada uno de sus estados son libres y soberanos para hacer dentro de sus fronteras cualquier cosa que les plazca, y que sirva para la mejor convivencia. El respeto a la ley es prioritario en Arizona como en China, pero cuando las leyes son usadas como ariete, cuando se emplean como un pretexto para otros fines, es cuando resultan sospechosas, por decir lo menos.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">En México, la reacción a esta tan cacareada y polémica ley ha causado gran disgusto, incomodidad y revuelo. Ya no se diga en Estados Unidos, donde las multitudinarias y variadas manifestaciones no se han hecho esperar. Se hacen a diestra y siniestra acusaciones a la gobernadora Brewer, empleando un sinnúmero de calificativos hacia su persona y su gobierno. El despropósito está instalándose en la opinión pública. ¿En verdad se trata de una imposición &#8220;racista&#8221;? ¿Cuál es el trasfondo de una decisión de esta envergadura? ¿Se trata de la versión real de aquella película &#8220;La segunda guerra civil&#8221; protagonizada por Beau Bridges? También podría pensarse que se trata de una artimaña concertada para forzar al congreso estadounidense a tomar medidas definitivas y, de una vez por todas, votar una reforma migratoria más que suficiente, más bien moderna y ajustada a las necesidades reales tanto del país como de la gigantesca población migrante que año con año determina el dinamismo de la todavía principal economía del mundo.<span id="more-15009"></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Pero también puede pensarse que es una forma de acicate al gobierno y la sociedad de México, toda vez que, entrapado el país en una guerra sin cuartel contra el narcotráfico y otras linduras como la crisis económica, la influenza, etcétera, está arrinconado en la definición de soluciones concretas, viables y factibles que resuelvan el problema de la migración dentro y hacia fuera del propio México.</p>
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<h2 style="text-align: justify;">MIGRACIÓN ES MOVIMIENTO</h2>
<p style="text-align: justify;">De México se va la gente no por falta de oportunidades, ofertas de trabajo hay y muchas, pero pocas satisfacen las necesidades y expectativas de la población. El campo ha sido abandonado a su suerte y la población rural ha optado por ceder a las &#8220;bondades&#8221; de la vida urbana. Sueldos bajísimos combinados con costos altísimos de diversa índole obligan a las clases bajas y media (lo que queda de ella) a hacer malabares, recurriendo a desempeñarse en más de una actividad para llevar el sustento a casa y cumplir medianamente con sus obligaciones más elementales. La concentración de poder político y económico en unas cuantas familias y empresas (sin hacer hincapié en las trasnacionales, muchas de ellas estadounidenses) ha hecho de México un laberinto cuyo centro no puede ser hallado si no como reliquia del pasado, y la salida, la mejor que puede ofrecerse, generalmente es la fácil y a contra pelo de las normas y los ordenamientos: piratería, comercio informal, narcomenudeo, entre otras.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">De México y hacia el sur el problema es similar, claro que con matices según el país y la región. Hoy, México junto con el resto de Latinoamérica, ha decidido &#8220;dar la espalda&#8221; a Estados Unidos y formar un bloque común, con fundamento en lo que les es común, la cultura, el idioma. Latinoamérica en su conjunto es mayoría en población comparada con Estados Unidos y Canadá; pero, en otros factores por supuesto que son el contrapeso justo del continente estos otros dos. Por eso también México y el resto de Latinoamérica caminan de la mano de Estados Unidos. Pura conveniencia mutua. La división norte-sur, por maniquea, es parte de lo que está generando la mecánica del continente. Estados Unidos y Canadá, por su nivel de vida, son objetivo aspiracional para muchos latinoamericanos. Estos, al llegar a la &#8220;tierra prometida&#8221; ven, en la mayoría de los casos, que sus &#8220;sueños&#8221; se convierten en pesadillas, máxime cuando terminan siendo explotados, ninguneados, desprovistos de los derechos más elementales.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Está mal México, sí, porque no hace lo que debería para retener a su población. Pero también está mal Estados Unidos, porque está haciendo todo lo posible porque no entre en su territorio la materia prima humana que históricamente ha definido al país como lo que es, uno formado desde la raíz por inmigrantes (y, recordemos, no siempre de la mejor estofa, como muchos de los primeros colonizadores).</p>
<h2 style="text-align: justify;">AL DEMONIO LAS FRONTERAS</h2>
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<dt><a href="http://www.mexicomigrante.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/concurso-sobre-migracion.jpg"><img src="http://www.mexicomigrante.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/concurso-sobre-migracion.jpg" alt="" width="376" height="240" /></a></dt>
<dd>La nueva ley SB1070 de Arizona facultaría a arrestos sólo por sospecha discriminatoria.</dd>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">En una época cuando las fronteras cada vez están más desdibujadas, la migración, sea por causas de turismo o por búsqueda de la supervivencia, acentúa y complica los conceptos añejos que teníamos de soberanía y nacionalismo, por mencionar dos. Al amparo de la &#8220;seguridad nacional&#8221; y el miedo irracional al &#8220;terrorismo&#8221; (también a los rebeldes que defienden sus causas nobles se les llama ahora de ese modo), países como Estados Unidos hacen lo que China hace dos siglos: cerrarse. Mientras, China hace lo contrario y ¡miren cómo está y a dónde va!</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Entender los tiempos no es algo que a los gobiernos estadounidenses se les haya dado con cierta facilidad históricamente. En México, en cambio, seguimos viviendo de los rencores no asimilados.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Un genetista estadounidense ya demostró con sus investigaciones que el concepto de &#8220;raza&#8221; es no sólo una estupidez, sino el más imbécil pretexto para la discriminación. Todos tenemos de todos en nuestros genes. Pero no es más grave la discriminación por esta causa. La verdaderamente grave es la que obedece a prejuicios infundados, al odio irracional.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">En una de mis primeras colaboraciones a SWI afirmé, y lo sostengo, que yo sí discrimino. Es natural la discriminación, es parte del proceso adaptativo de todas las especies. Discrimino cuando tengo que elegir entre comerme una manzana o una naranja, para ello aquilato sus propiedades, mi gusto, mi necesidad del momento. Pero entre este concepto en su acepción lógica, incluso ecológica y antropológica, y el uso que se le da cotidianamente al tratar con el otro sólo distan la grosería, la obsecación, la egolatría.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Los seres humanos nos debemos mucho a cada cual, y sería muy sano empezar a imaginar un mundo sin más fronteras. Ya estamos tan revueltos, que las líneas divisorias están de más. Estados Unidos (pero no únicamente) se ha dedicado a imponer su voluntad a otras naciones mediante recursos transfronterizos y pretextando mil y una razones, muchas de ellas bastante ridículas cuando no enojosas. Entonces, quieren o no quieren fronteras. Quieren mandar en el mundo, pero que el mundo no rebase el límite de&#8230; ¿de qué? Quieren ser el policía del mundo, pero en vez de admiración, como el policía de la película muda ganan animadversión y recelo de parte de los demás.</p>
<h2 style="text-align: justify;">HABLANDO DE NACIONES Y TRAICIONES</h2>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Cuando un estadounidense muere fuera de su territorio, el mundo es el territorio estadounidense y hay que mover cielo, mar y tierra para dar con la justicia. Es un país que de suyo ha promovido la acción mercenaria. En México, nuestra Constitución pena al ciudadano que pelea en las filas de un ejército extranjero por causas ajenas a México, son traidores a la patria. Eso son muchos mexicanos enrolados para pelear como carne de cañón en Irak, Afganistán&#8230; Son traidores a México. Pero con en México somos muy románticos, además de ignorantes de nuestras propias leyes, cuando muere un mexicano &#8220;heróicamente&#8221; en esas tierras tan lejanas, en vez de señalarlo ensalzamos su memoria como la de &#8220;alguien que luchó por la libertad y la democracia&#8221;. ¡Pamplinas! Nos merecen respeto los familiares perdidos en algún enclave de la Sierra Madre, es humanitario allegarles el cuerpo para darle cristiana sepultura y consuelo. Es comprensible la actitud, pero entonces ¿a qué estamos jugando? ¿Somos o no somos?</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">¿Es para enorgullecerse pelear guerras ajenas para países que, aun cuando sus ideales son nobles, su fundamento es contrario a los intereses más básicos? El soldado mexicano en el ejército estadounidense, ese que come tacos y hamburguesas, ese que llegó de mojado y ya como recluta porta su green card, mastica a medias su lengua materna y escupe la adoptada, no es más que un mercenario. Un inmigrante y mercenario; mientras tenga papeles es tolerado, de lo contrario&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Contradicciones tenemos todos. Preocupante es que las contradicciones nos lleven a definiciones y decisiones contrarias a nuestra naturaleza. ¿Cuál es la naturaleza y el espíritu de la ley SB1070?</p>
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		<title>Mexico: The War Next Door</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alan Caruba</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mexico: The War Next Door By Alan Caruba</p> <p>It is amazing how little national coverage there is of the vicious drug wars next door in Mexico that are driving Mexicans across the Texas, Arizona and New Mexico borders to seek asylum under the threat of death for themselves and their families.</p> <p>It is a [...]]]></description>
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By Alan Caruba</p>
<p>It is amazing how little national coverage there is of the vicious drug wars next door in Mexico that are driving Mexicans across the Texas, Arizona and New Mexico borders to seek asylum under the threat of death for themselves and their families.</p>
<p>It is a war that now includes the murder of U.S. consulate staff and an American rancher. There are other casualties who have already fallen victim to murder and rape about whom the national media make little or no mention.</p>
<p>On April 1, The Washington Times published an excellent and extensive report on the border violence, written by Ben Conery and Jerry Seper. “For more than two years, U.S. intelligence and law enforcement officials have been warning that the dramatic rise in violence along the southwestern border could eventually target U.S. citizens and spread into this country.”</p>
<p>The U.S. shares a 1,951-mile border with Mexico. It is so porous that millions of Mexicans and others from South America and the Caribbean have simply walked across while others are busy exporting drugs into the nation. Estimates of how many illegal aliens reside in the U.S. range between 12 and 20 million. <span id="more-14660"></span></p>
<p>The rumors in Washington, D.C. are that the Obama administration wants to pass an amnesty bill granting instant citizenship to people who have illegally entered and live in the United States. A previous such effort during the last administration met with intense resistance that stopped the effort. The Obama administration, however, has demonstrated that it can and will ignore such resistance.</p>
<p>Why is this a very bad idea? On Sunday, April 4, William Booth of the Washington Post, writing from Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, reported that “A cross-border drug gang born in the prison cells of Texas has evolved into a sophisticated paramilitary killing machine that U.S. and Mexican officials suspect is responsible for thousands of assassinations here, including the recent ambush and slaying of three people linked to the U.S. consulate.”</p>
<p>The gang, Barrio Azteca, “may have been involved in as many as half of the 2,660 killings in the city in the past year. Ciudad Juarez is just across the border from El Paso, Texas. There are other such gangs employed by rival drug lords.</p>
<p>Arizona Governor Jan Brewer has said that the rising violence demonstrates the “abject failure of the U.S. Congress and President Obama to adequately provide public safety along our national border with Mexico.”</p>
<p>Texas Governor Rick Perry has instituted a “spillover violence contingency plan” that includes increased border surveillance, intelligence sharing, and ground, air and maritime patrols. An effort by Gov. Perry to secure help from the Homeland Security Secretary, Janet Napolitano (the former Arizona Governor) has met with failure.</p>
<p>It’s not just the border. The Washington Times report noted that in 2009, the Justice Department “identified more than 200 U.S. cities in which Mexican drug cartels ‘maintain drug distribution networks or supply drugs to distributors’—up from 100 three years earlier.”</p>
<p>The Times further reported that the 2010 drug threat assessment by the National Drug Intelligence Center described the cartels as “the single greatest drug trafficking threat to the United States.” Not only established in our cities, it is expanding into more rural and suburban areas.</p>
<p>The immediate question facing the U.S. government is whether to grant asylum to Mexicans streaming across the border. Given the millions of illegal aliens in the nation, this could potentially add hundreds of thousands more.</p>
<p>So the war next door will soon impact America in ways no one really wants to think about, at least at the White House level that is widely believed to see every illegal alien as a potential new Democrat.</p>
<p>This is not a problem that will go away. It is not a problem that is being vigorously addressed by the Obama administration. It will, as in the case of Ciudad Juarez, turn the streets of our cities into killing grounds, far worse than the barely contained mayhem that drugs presently represent.</p>
<p>The war next door has arrived.</p>
<p>© Alan Caruba, 2010</p></div>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 20:15:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>paul perry poet</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>tango in the air</p> <p>by Paul Perry</p> <p>it was in a house on Colodrero street I used to sit in the yard and drink bourbon while sitting under the large ficus tree. and as the sun went down the sounds of a Bandolion started echoing through the leaves and the chirping birds even seemed [...]]]></description>
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<p>by Paul Perry</p>
<p>it was in a house<br />
on Colodrero street<br />
I used to sit in the yard and drink bourbon<br />
while sitting under the large ficus tree.<br />
and as the sun went down<br />
the sounds of a Bandolion started echoing through the leaves<br />
and the chirping birds even seemed to stop to listen.</p>
<p>there was a five story building next door<br />
which was once a factory,<br />
that an Italian man by the name of Carmelo<br />
turned into makeshift apartments.<br />
and from within one of those enclosed spaces,<br />
there was a guy who played tango melodies like Libertella.<span id="more-14431"></span></p>
<p>and during the hot summer months<br />
when the cement sidewalks burned under the southern sun,<br />
and poverty knocked on my door,<br />
as the smell of liver and onions lingered from my walls,<br />
the cubes in the glass seemed to dance<br />
and the bourbon would glow<br />
once the moonlight wrapped the urquiza sky.</p>
<p>my private concert would last about an hour<br />
and during that time<br />
all my thoughts seemed blend in perfect harmony<br />
with the tantalizing sounds of the bandolion.<br />
when it was over<br />
I would walk back into my house<br />
and fill up the ice cube tray once again<br />
to come back and join him tomorrow<br />
for my momentary escape from reality.</p>
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		<title>Review of ‘Buenos Aires: a train ride down the rainbow’, by Paul Perry</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 09:21:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tim Roux</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p></p> <p>I first saw Paul Perry’s poems here on Speak Without Interruption. The four or five poems Paul had posted in a blog here (‘no damn Yankee’, ‘waiting on a train’ , ‘a babe on the subway’ , ‘love this place’ and ‘towards’ – all present and correct here) grabbed me immediately and were the main reason [...]]]></description>
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<p>I first saw Paul Perry’s poems here on Speak Without Interruption. The four or five poems Paul had posted in a blog <a title="Paul Perry - 5 poems" href="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/2009/03/five-poems-by-paul-perry/" target="_blank">here</a> (<em>‘no damn Yankee’</em>, <em>‘waiting on a train’</em> , <em>‘a babe on the subway’ </em>, <em>‘love this place’</em> and <em>‘towards’</em> – all present and correct here) grabbed me immediately and were the main reason I asked Bob Grant, the owner of SWI, to be allowed to contribute to the site myself. So I not only have Paul to thank for his poetry; SWI has several absolutely outstanding writers and has fed me with some of my favourite novels of recent years – Bob Ellal’s <em>‘By These Things Men Live’</em>, Mel Nicolai’s <em>‘The Case’</em>, George Polley’s <em>‘The Old Man &amp; The Monkey’</em>, Steve Sangirardi’s <em>‘Monday Afternoon’</em>, Minnette Coleman’s <em>‘The Blacksmith’s Daughter’</em> and Bill Hazelgrove’s <em>‘Rocket Man’</em>, not even to be exhaustive.</p>
<p>This was my comment on Paul’s blog at the time:<span id="more-13927"></span></p>
<p><em>“I suppose all poetry attracts, repels or fails to touch at all because of some alchemy between the poet and the reader. I wasn’t really coming on here to read any poems – I clicked a link at random to get a sense of the site which seems to be a high quality literary blog site which I immediately find attractive (bookmarked it, anyway). I liked the “yeah i´m a yankee” refrain, and the reference to Jerry Garcia of course. The other poems are like poetic blogs – provocatively reflective and they slip down nicely. Which straight male hasn’t done ‘a babe on a subway’ – what else is there to do? I remember sitting on a subway crouched over a book and a very beautiful girl tucked her legs almost under the book. I gave them 50/50 attention, which I thought was fair, but she soon got up and sat on another seat. Thanks, I’ll look out for your poems which seem pretty reliably enticing.”</em></p>
<p>Looking back I am impressed by how prescient and discriminating I was and, when Bruce Essar and I set up <a title="Night Reading" href="http://nightreading.ning.com">Night Reading</a> in February 2010, I immediately went after Paul to publish his poems, not realising just how many he had (nearly a thousand, apparently).</p>
<p>While I get quite smug about some of my own novels from time-to-time, I have no illusions or delusions with regard to the quality of my infrequent poetry and I don’t even claim to understand the formalities of the genre – rather distrusting the work of anybody who does, in fact.</p>
<p>Paul, an American living in Buenos Aires (Argentina) writes about real things right at the bottom of Abraham Maslow’s ‘triangle’ – the need to eat, the need to have sex, the need to have a place to stay, and the struggle to stay sane and optimistic in challenging times. I am not sure that Mr. Maslow specifically included an enthusiastic thirst for alcohol and a ritual appreciation of ‘the weed’, but Paul appears to have those too, in imitation perhaps of the lifestyle evoked by Malcom Lowry’s <em>‘Under the Volcano’</em> set in Mexico.</p>
<p>Above all, though, Paul has public transport – the train, the bus and the subway (perhaps we can persuade the Buenos Aires authorities to post some in and down there) – as exemplified in his poem <em>‘getting to class’</em> where he takes umpteen rides on each in one day. This typifies how he describes Buenos Aires here, not as a tourist, nor as an insider, but as a commuter who passes by urban scenery on his way to a meeting, which is often cancelled gratifyingly in his case.</p>
<p>Paul’s poems above all tell stories about a man who came to Argentina from Philadelphia in search of the Land of Oz and who is still clinging on there half in love and half in exasperation and despair with that city. From the look of things, he survives by teaching people English and landing the odd acting gig, gets mesmerised by any passing beauty (so long as she is only passing through), and writes incessantly even when in motion. So, if you happen to be in Buenos Aires and a guy taps you on the shoulder asking you urgently to borrow your pen, it is probably Paul. Please be so kind as to comply with his request but remember to grab an autograph when he hands it back – it might be worth it. You could be in the presence of greatness.</p>
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<p><em>&#8216;Buenos Aires: a train ride down the rainbow&#8217; is now published.</em></p>
<p><em>To buy the collection from CreateSpace &#8211; <a title="Buenos Aires: a train ride over the rainbow" href="https://www.createspace.com/3436918" target="_blank">click here</a>.</em></p>
<p><em>To view Paul&#8217;s profile on Night Publishing &#8211; <a title="Paul Perry" href="http://www.nightpublishing.com/id21.html" target="_blank">click here</a>.</em></p>
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		<title>Another Harlem Rape, Another Racial Problem</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 16:21:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Minnette Coleman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>  When the report came out that blacks were now a minority in Harlem I couldn’t deny it. Everyday the area I live in becomes more integrated and international. When we moved in over 25 years ago no one gave a damn about the neighborhood. Unfortunately the more whites that moved uptown to Harlem the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>  When the report came out that blacks were now a minority in Harlem I couldn’t deny it. Everyday the area I live in becomes more integrated and international. When we moved in over 25 years ago no one gave a damn about the neighborhood. Unfortunately the more whites that moved uptown to Harlem the better the services became and the more concern about safety. That is evident in the way rapes are handled these days. It is also evident in the way they are reported.<span id="more-12321"></span></p>
<p>My observation is not meant to be racist. It is just an observation from someone who has lived in Harlem for over 25 years and has seen the changes brought on by integration and gentrification. Ten or more years ago several young women of color, mostly African- American, were found raped and dead in Harlem. To use a familiar southern colloquialism that shows how word of mouth travels, I heard it through the grapevine, not the Times, Post or Daily News. Perhaps it was because these young women all had a history of drug abuse that their rapes and deaths were swept under a rug and never publicized. Perhaps because they were not considered women to be raped but rather women that sold their services to anyone who could lure them with a crack pipe or the money to fill one that no one of importance cared about them. They were drug addicted whores who ended up dead. End of story for the police but not for those in the community who feared for the women who lived there. Rape victims turned to their families who often carried out punishment on the alleged rapists with the aid of angry and often violent friends. The police didn’t care about that either. It was just more ‘black on black’ crime.</p>
<p>So here’s a thought: had the police ever shown true interest in the attacks on women of color in Harlem would there be a need for vigilantes in the hood? For years some assigned to Harlem police houses spent their time collecting ‘protection money’ from local establishments or assisting in lucrative drug operations. Yes, I heard this through the grapevine and on occasion I saw it too. When the population started to change color the police started to change their attitudes. It wasn’t that African and Latino Americans had never protested the way they were treated before, there was lots of that. It was the fact that people with connections to more money and more political attachments were demanding better treatment and services when they moved to Harlem. For years I suggested that my local store carry something other then iceberg lettuce which has no nutritional value. I was not alone in making the request but the owners never brought in anything else. As the population of whites grew the selection of leafy green vegetables grew as well. Five years ago the head of the chain of stores that popped up in Harlem had no idea what arugula was. Now they carry two types. When I asked him why they have it now, he told me people asked for it. When I reminded him I asked for it long ago he turned red and changed the subject.</p>
<p> These observations about what is happening in Harlem has nothing to do with the fact that I think all areas should be integrated. Our neighbor is racially and economically mixed as I believe it should be. We even have a homeless shelter on the block which we all supported this past holiday by giving coats and toys to the residents. It was a mixture of races and cultures that did this, not some whites or blacks or Latinos but a group of people working together for the betterment of the area.</p>
<p>However the rapes are no longer only reported through the grapevine, they make it to all the news media. The rapes last summer could have been called hate crimes because 3 of the 4 victims were white. The fourth was Asian. The latest series of rapes is questionable in a different way. The woman raped on New Year’s Day picked out of a set of photos her attacker, a man who had been accused of raping a seventeen year old in October on the same rooftop but he was out and on the street because the charges were dropped. Instead he pled guilty to stealing the girl’s cell phone.</p>
<p>What is wrong with this picture? If the girl was seventeen and they had sex isn’t it considered statutory rape at the least? If he said he stole her cell phone isn’t that admitting that he was with her? Why do I have a feeling that we didn’t hear about this 17 year old girl being raped in October because she is a minority? Why do I feel that the women of color in Harlem are still considered second class citizens when it comes to police protection? Remembering the wilding in Central Park years ago during the Puerto Rican Day parade? The cops stood by as women were sexually harassed. The majority of the women attacked were not white and therefore must have been asking for it. Right?</p>
<p>Someone once wrote there is no place safe on earth to be a woman and I have to admit they may be right. If something happens to me I have been raised to go to the police. But even in Atlanta where I grew up with my godfather as the assistant chief of police I would probably have been told not to bring a rape to light. It is a crime against women but it is often turned into something women ask for. And if you are a minority you asked for rape by your very existence.</p>
<p>I follow these subtle anomalies of change of racial prejudice because I know that we are still struggling to change things. But this is not just about race it is about women and I wait for the day when I don’t feel I have to be on guard for the well being of women of color or women period. The question is how long will I have to wait?</p>
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		<title>Fernandez&#8217; Tale</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:04:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>georgepolley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center"> <p style="text-align: center">1 </p> <p>Joseph Fernandez had just turned twenty five. On his birthday, he and his mother went to the church. At five o&#8217;clock in the morning, the old woman came into his room and shook him by the shoulder. &#8220;Joseph,&#8221; she said; &#8220;get up!&#8221; Then she shuffled out, leaving [...]]]></description>
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<p>Joseph Fernandez had just turned twenty five. On his birthday, he and his mother went to the church. At five o&#8217;clock in the morning, the old woman came into his room and shook him by the shoulder. &#8220;Joseph,&#8221; she said; &#8220;get up!&#8221; Then she shuffled out, leaving him to rub his eyes at the sun, which was just beginning to show itself through his window. Dressed, the two of them walked down the long street to the church. Joseph favored his game leg, the left one, the one crushed in the accident. His mother walked ahead of him, slowing every now and then and glancing over her right shoulder, as if to make sure that her son was still following after her. One never knew about that young man. Slowly, they climbed the long steps into the church, stopping briefly at the basin to dip their fingers and cross themselves, then moving silently into the body of the church. Genuflecting and crossing themselves again, they took their places in a pew, way down in front, where his mother liked to be. Joseph recalled having let his eyes run to the altar, which stood in awesome and overpowering silence behind the rail where he would soon receive that bit of Christ&#8217;s body that was his. He saw Christ hanging on His Cross, and to one side, the beautiful figure of Mary, His Mother, dressed in blue and white. It seemed to him as if She were smiling down at him. He crossed himself rapidly several times, shivering slightly, recalling the first time he had stood in the field and the Virgin had come to him in a vision. She had been smiling at him. He looked quickly sideways at his mother. Her head was bent and her lips were moving rapidly with her prayers. Wisps of grey hair had straggled loose from the bun at the back of her neck and hung by the side of her face. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but didn&#8217;t. Instead he looked back at the Virgin and became lost in Her beauty, almost feeling as though She were holding him, one of her lost ones, in Her arms.<span id="more-11146"></span>
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<p style="text-align: center">Blanca Fernandez sensed her son&#8217;s eyes on her and looked quickly up from her prayers, catching him as his eyes moved to the Virgin and he became lost. &#8220;Ave Maria!&#8221; she said to her- self; &#8220;Help my son!&#8221; She thought: &#8220;He is getting lost again. I should go to the priest.&#8221; Blanca&#8217;s youngest son was a disappointment to her. She had hoped that he would follow in his brothers’ footsteps, work hard, marry, and give her grandsons and granddaughters. But Joseph&#8217;s wife had given birth to a son with only one leg, then had run away and left the infant with his father, who was so beside himself with grief that he quit his job at the cannery and moved back to his parents&#8217; house with the child. And soon afterward his heart, weakened by child-hood illness, began to act up, making it impossible for him to hold a steady job. From that time, and also because his mind began to wander, her grandson was left the responsibility of she and her husband, who was a constant source of grumbling. Then, if all that were not enough, Joseph and two of his cousins were in a wreck with his cousin, Manuel&#8217;s car, and Joseph&#8217;s left leg was so shattered that he now walked with a limp and could not work in the fields or in the cannery. Blanca Elena shook her head and glanced at her son again, from whose head sweat was pouring. “Mother of God!” she said to herself, looking at him. As if I didn&#8217;t have enough problems already, her son had begun talking about the Virgin coming to him, appearing in a vision while he was standing in a field late at night, gazing up at the stars. Her husband had taken Joseph to the priest, who had shaken his head and instructed the old man to take his son to the doctors at the State Hospital, where they were told that their son suffered from a disease neither of them could pronounce and did not know the meaning of. &#8220;It is very serious,&#8221; they were told. And Joseph had spent seven long months in the hospital with all those crazy people while, she, Blanca, cared for his son. Alone. With old José grumbling about everything.</p>
<p>She groaned and seized her Rosary beads more firmly in her fingers. Then, casting another quick glance at her son, she began to pray for his soul.</p>
<p>Joseph reached up and touched a medal hanging from his neck. He moved his lips in prayer. He caught an image of Gloria, his wife, who had run away, divorced him, and married someone else; someone, she had said, &#8220;with more balls than you!&#8221; An ache began to rise slowly in his throat, expand outward through the base of his tongue and jaw, making him want to cry out. He squeezed the medal between his fingers, feeling the Virgin&#8217;s form on it, comforting him. He forgot his mother, the ache in his leg and heart, his crippled son, Gloria. He forgot everything, became swallowed up in the Virgin&#8217;s soft, tranquil smile from her niche nearby the altar. And when, at the appropriate time, he knelt and received a bit of Christ&#8217;s flesh on his tongue, he felt a peace settle over him that made his heart sing.</p>
<p>Outside, the sun, rising from over the mountains, began to boil in the sky and beat down unmercifully on them as they walked slowly along, returning home. Blanca Elena wagged her old head from side to side and clucked softly to herself. Joseph had that peculiar smile on his face again. She had better get ready to go to the priest. Dust swirled up from their foot- steps and settled back again. And Joseph, Joseph had a vision of the Virgin in his head again.</p>
<p>&#8220;He is a schizophrenic,&#8221; the social worker had told them, as if that explained everything.
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<p>Joseph stood in the field looking up at the star-filled sky in which no moon hung. He took in his breath, slowly, and let it back out, slowly. He raised his arms over his head. He squeezed his eyes shut until he could see only a single thin line of stars twinkling over-head. He sucked in his breath again and let it out. Again in, then out. And again. And out. This time he held it out, emptying his lungs. He stretched his arms up at the sky until they grew heavy and sweat stood out on his face. He stretched his fingers until he thought he heard his knuckles pop. The veins in his temples began to beat like a drum. His empty lungs howled, pain tore at his chest like a cat clawing him. Then he sucked air in a great rush, eyes bulging and mouth wide open. But the Virgin did not come. He held the air inside him until he thought he would burst, then let it explode out, his chest caving in upon itself and his head snapping forward on his neck. He became aware that his shoulders ached and that pains had begun to shoot through the muscles in them like claws being sunk into his flesh. He closed his eyes again and looked at the tiny row of twinkling stars, concentrating on them. Pain clawed at his chest and sweat began to run down his neck, join in rivers at the sides of his nose, and squirt from the creases at the corners of his eyes. His fingers and hands began to tingle. Would the Virgin come this time? His lips moved. &#8220;Holy Mary, Mother of God, Blessed Art Thou and Blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus&#8230;..&#8221; He repeated the phrases of the prayer over and over to himself. They helped to forget the pains in his chest, his shoulders, his neck. He took air into his screaming lungs, held it in, then shot it out. His brain grew black, like a sky without stars. Again and again he took in air, held it, and shot it out. Soon, stars began to appear, hanging in his skull, then began to move about, chase each other, explode in fountains, pinwheels, geysers, just like the fireworks display he had seen when he was a kid, and he and his mother had gone on the bus to Modesto, and he had stood in the dust at the fairgrounds holding his mother&#8217;s skirt and watching, his eyes big and round like fruits. Joseph&#8217;s shirt stuck to his skin. Pain ran down his arms, then back up again and tore into his chest. Light flooded his skull. The drum beat louder and louder in his temples, making him; scream at the top of his voice: <strong>&#8220;HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD&#8230;&#8230;!!&#8221;</strong>
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<p>Joseph found himself lying face down on the ground. He rolled over and looked up at the sky. A silver half moon had risen from beyond the mountains and was hanging directly overhead, illuminated by the soon-to-be-awakening sun. The stars were luminous. He sat up. The Virgin had not come! He got to his feet, staggering, holding his chest, tears streaming down his face. He stumbled across the field and out onto the road. He had to go home. His mother would soon be up, fixing breakfast for her family, and he wanted to be there before she wakened. He wanted to crawl into his bed so that she would think he had been sleeping all night when she came to waken him. So that she wouldn&#8217;t know he had been out in the field again, waiting for the Virgin. The first time She came, he told everyone, and it frightened them, and they went running first to the priest, and then to the doctors at the hospital. His eldest brother, Gonzalo, looked at him with big round eyes, laughed in his face, and told him he was crazy. He remembered being taken to the hospital, down the long drive with the tall palm trees lining each side. He remembered being taken into that terrible green room where the doctor examined him. It had smelled bad, like death. And he remembered the people there, too, and shuddered. He didn&#8217;t dare let his mother know where he had been all night.</p>
<p>The stars still spun in his head, making him dizzy and he staggered down the street like a drunk, the streetlights swimming in a thick fog, his temples pounding so that he had to hold his fists tight against them to avoid fainting. He hurried, hurried to get home before his mother woke up and caught him.</p>
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<p>&#8220;Ey! Ey, Joseph! You&#8217;ve got dirt on your face! And your shirt, it&#8217;s all muddy!&#8221;</p>
<p>Joseph looked up and saw his mother&#8217;s watery brown eyes looking down at him. He smiled at her.</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m all right, Mamma! I&#8217;m all right!&#8221; He fought to clear away the buzzing in his head. &#8220;It&#8217;s nothing, Mamma!&#8221; He heaved himself up on an elbow, rubbing his eyes. &#8220;Is it daylight already?&#8221;</p>
<p>The old woman nodded. Then she gathered her brows together and shook her head, pointing to the dirt on his face and at the shirt he had on.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, no, Joseph! You&#8217;re getting sick in the head again. You been out in the field last night, ey? Waiting for the Virgin to come?&#8221; She reached out and touched her son on the forehead with a finger, shaking her head and clucking to herself. &#8220;Ah, Joseph! You didn&#8217;t even get undressed when you went to bed!&#8221;</p>
<p>He sat up and propped himself against the wall. It was true! He had forgotten to undress when he stumbled into his room. He had simply fallen onto his bed and covered himself. Blanca&#8217;s figure swam in her son&#8217;s eyes.</p>
<p>&#8220;No! No, Mamma! I&#8217;m not getting crazy! Not crazy!&#8221; He crossed himself vigorously several times, mind racing, stumbling over itself trying to find words. &#8220;Don&#8217;t say I&#8217;m getting crazy, Mamma! The Virgin,&#8221; gulping, blurting it out, &#8220;She comes to me! She reveals Herself to me, Mamma! And She does it be-be-be-because I have ears to hear Her, Mamma! And- And-And eyes to see! Like nobody else, Mamma!&#8221; He crossed himself again. &#8220;She told me!&#8221;</p>
<p>Blanca walked away from her son toward her kitchen. It was better off for her in there, among the familiar pots and pans and the rich smells of her food, where everything was in its place and had a name she knew by heart. She turned to speak to her son, and as she did so, he reached out his arms toward her, imploring. He had said too much. She would tell the social worker, who would take him back to the hospital, to that terrible place! A look of terror spread across his broad face.</p>
<p>&#8220;Wait! Mamma, wait!&#8221; He reminded her suddenly of a little boy. He got on his knees, like a penitent. &#8220;I&#8217;ll go to confession!!&#8221; he blurted, eyes wide. &#8220;I&#8217;ll tell the priest I&#8217;m a sinner! I&#8217;ll tell him the Virgin comes to me because I&#8217;m an awful sinner!&#8221; His head bobbed vigorously up and down as he spoke. &#8220;I-I-I-I&#8217;ll ask for absolution! That must be it, don&#8217;t you think, Mamma? Like the priest said, She comes to me because I&#8217;m such a great sinner!&#8221; And he burst, suddenly, into tears; great fat tears that rolled, one by one, down his cheeks. His mother stood in the doorway, watching him as he knelt on his bed, his face in his hands. Then he looked up, grinning, and wiped the tears from his eyes with his fingers. &#8220;If I tell the priest that, he&#8217;ll forgive me, and the Virgin won&#8217;t come to me anymore, isn&#8217;t that so? And then I won&#8217;t be sick, Mamma! Then I won&#8217;t be crazy! Then I&#8217;ll be O.K.!&#8221; And the Virgin, appearing high up in a corner of his bedroom, scowled.</p>
<p>Blanca sighed and shook her head from side to side. Suddenly, her bones cried out with groaning, and she felt very, very old.</p>
<p>&#8220;Maybe so,&#8221; she said; &#8220;Maybe so, Joseph. Come and eat.&#8221; And she walked from the room.</p>
<p>Joseph slipped off his bed and began to undress, piling his soiled clothes on a chair next to the window. He was terrified of the hospital with the crazy people running around, and the lousy, tasteless food, and the nurses, and the medicines and being shut up at night. Shut up at night with a bunch of crazy guys who talked to themselves, and once late at night one of them had pissed in his shoe, thinking it was a urinal. He had waked to find this man standing solemnly by his bed, pecker in his hand, filling Joseph&#8217;s shoe. He&#8217;d sat straight up in bed and shouted at the man, who tucked himself back into his pants and shuffled off, saying nothing. Then Joseph Fernandez had had to carry his own shoe into the bathroom and empty it. Crazy people like that. And the medicines! They left you with no feelings at all, not even any taste, and unable to see clearly. No! Anything was better than that!</p>
<p>He went into the bathroom in his shorts and washed himself, being very careful to scrub each particle of dirt from his face, so that none remained to give evidence of where he had been. He moved the washcloth in little circles across his face and neck, squinching up his eyes to make certain that each pore was scrubbed clean. Then he returned to his room and picked out a shirt from his closet; the grey one with the mother-of-pearl buttons on the pocket flaps, and the grey Western-cut pants that hugged his broad hips under his belly. He put the big leather belt around his waist and snugged it firmly in front with the chrome-plated buckle that his son, recently turned seven, had bought for him. Making sure that the wrinkles on his shirt were all smoothed out around his waist, he rummaged around in his dresser drawer, the middle one, the one in which his socks were kept, and found the little blue box in which he kept his religious medals. He held it gently in his hand for a moment before putting it in front of him on the dresser top. He opened the lid and took the medals out one by one and hung them round his neck. First he took the cloth one with the green border and the picture of the Virgin on one side and on the other, Her heart, pure, pierced with a sword and dripping blood. Then he took the small silver medal his mother had brought from Mexico City many years ago, from the Shrine of the Virgin of Guadalupe, and hung it round his neck on its silver chain. As he did so, he pressed it to his lips. Then came the crucifix, hung with an agonized Christ. In its base, covered by a tiny window, was a piece of a saint&#8217;s robe. As he hung it round his neck he kissed it, and his lips caught fire. Gasping, he seized the cross and pressed it to his lips again. It burned like a coal! Reaching into the box, he took out his Rosary, the one with the little brown seeds that had always been his favorite, a gift from his father&#8217;s mother, and plunged it into his pocket. “I must run to the priest at once and tell him!” he said to himself. I must confess! Then—groaning as he had done when Gloria left him—then maybe the Virgin won&#8217;t come to me again. Then maybe I won&#8217;t be crazy any more, as people say.</p>
<p>Why does it mean that I am crazy when I see the Virgin, when She means only good for me?</p>
<p>He didn&#8217;t understand this question, or why people persisted in placing him in the bitter dilemma he was in.</p>
<p>Joseph stepped in front of the mirror hanging on the wall and looked into it. His face was scrubbed and imamculate. The Virgin and Her Son hung round his neck, making him happy. He shook a few drops of brilliantine into the palm of a hand, rubbed his two hands together, and then rubbed them over his hair. Then he took his comb from his pocket and carefully ran it through his hair, so that, combed, his hair shone like gunmetal. Then he picked up his missal and looked at himself again standing in the mirror looking so handsome in his grey shirt with the mother-of-pearl buttons and the medals resting on his chest. So like he imagined himself to be when the Virgin first came to him. &#8220;You are my chosen one, Joseph,&#8221; She had told him. &#8220;I have chosen you because your heart, it has no hate in it.&#8221; The lips in the mirror formed words: &#8220;Holy Mary, Mother of God&#8230;&#8230;.,&#8221; they began.</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><strong>5</strong></p>
<p>They had gone out into the delta to work, he, his father, and his two brothers, Gonzalo and Martin. They were working in a field nearby Whiskey Slough, on an island. They took a boat to the island, a boat crowded with field hands like themselves. Joseph watched the water pass by, clear and shallow. He watched as it lapped in waves against the boat&#8217;s hull. He was six. Then the boat bumped against the dock and he, his father and brothers and all the rest landed on the island and spread out over it and began their work. It was a hot day, and very, very dry. Joseph was too young to work, but he stayed with his father and brothers and watched everything closely. They worked all through the long day, stopping only for food and water. The men scurried back and forth, picking and loading vegetables into crates, then into the slow truck which moved back and forth across the fields until, piled so high that it looked like it would tip over, it moved off and disappeared. Once during that long day an Anglo appeared and shouted at his father and brothers to get more work done. The man stood and cursed and cursed! Then, kicking a stone and sending it flying past Gonzalo&#8217;s ear, he walked away. Joseph cocked his head. He didn&#8217;t understand all the angry, bitter words the man had spoken. Nor did he understand why his father hurried up, beyond all human ability; nor the looks that Gonzalo had given the man, knife-sharp and full of hatred.</p>
<p>The face in the mirror changed and grew sad. Joseph thought long and deep. Why hadn&#8217;t the Virgin come last night, as he had expected and hoped? Why had his mother mentioned the sickness again? Why did everyone see his Vision as a sign that he was crazy, and not as a sign from God? Why had everything happened to him that had happened to him: Gloria, his son, the accident, his heart that made him unable to spend long hours working? Sometimes he grew confused. He looked up and noticed that the face in front of him registered the same emotion. It, too, looked puzzled and bewildered. Why was he going to the priest to confess to him that his vision came from a sinfulness that he did not even feel that he possessed? Why was he going to do such a thing? To please his mother? To avoid going back to the hospital? To make his social worker smile at him? The social worker was an Anglo, and a Protestant, and wouldn&#8217;t understand. He shook his head, and the figure in the mirror did the same. Neither of them understood any of what was happening. Both of them shrugged their shoulders. Perhaps the Father would be of some help. Perhaps he could at least straighten out the anguish Joseph felt and heal the pain that grew inside him like a shout. Perhaps. But perhaps not, too. It hadn&#8217;t happened before; before, the priest had had him sent away to the hospital where people pissed in your shoe at night.</p>
<p>Why did he feel so lost? He wanted only one thing—to make people happy. He had never wanted more than that. Never in his life! Even the first time Gloria had laughed at him had made him happy. And when she called him a fool, he thought, in his heart of hearts, that he had pleased her.</p>
<p>Joseph looked hard into the mirror. The man looking back returned his gaze. Joseph remembered one time when he had danced in front of people and they had laughed, egging him on. He remembered it vividly! He smiled into the mirror, and the man looking back smiled, too.</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><strong>6</strong></p>
<p>He stood under a light post; leaned against it. The street was dark except for the streetlights at each corner for as far as he could see in both directions, gleaming brightly. And the lights from the cantina that stood at the corner of San Joaquin and Modesto Streets. Every now and then, someone exited, walked past him smiling or frowning, and disappeared. Or looked at the sidewalk and grunted. Once two men, older than him, stopped right in front of him and began making comical faces. They danced around in little circles and called him &#8220;San José&#8221; and &#8220;Fernandez the Holy&#8221; because he was always going off to the church. He recognized them as friends of his brothers. They were very, very drunk and they lurched this way and that as they flapped about him under the streetlight. Joseph joined them, waving his arms like a fat bird flapping its wings. The three of them danced round and round, laughing and shouting to the music that spilled out the cantina door, until they were so exhausted that all three leaned against the light post and gasped for breath. Joseph had felt curiously gay and light-hearted, and he threw back his head and laughed with the men, joined with them in stupid songs that they made up, obscene things about women and about him, the Holy Fool, Joseph the Nut, a man lacking eggs. &#8220;These are my brothers,&#8221; he thought as his two friends staggered away, still laughing and singing, their arms linked.</p>
<p>Another time, he had gone into the cantina itself, and the men there called him the same names. Someone jumped up as he entered and shouted: &#8220;Here comes San José, God&#8217;s Holy Fool!&#8221; and another &#8220;San Jose, the man with no eggs!&#8221; and everyone roared with laughter and banged their glasses on the tabletops. Since he had worked in the fields that day driving an old truck, he was flush with cash, and he bought everyone drinks, thus becoming everyone&#8217;s friend. &#8220;They are my brothers,&#8221; he said to himself, passing drinks all round. He went from table to table, slapping men on the back and being slapped on the back in return. &#8220;San José, come here!&#8221; someone would shout, and he would go rushing over to do that man&#8217;s bidding. &#8220;Over here!&#8221; someone else would shout, and over there he would go, rushing everywhere, laughing and drinking until his money was gone and the men were poking each other and snickering as his head grew dizzy and his legs refused to obey him. Oh, how Joseph remembered that night, that blessed night! Everyone was laughing and having a great time, and all at his expense! People sang and musicians played and voices were raised and toast after toast was drunk to &#8220;San José&#8221; as they called him, and &#8220;Santo Fernandez&#8221;, and other things that he forgot. He danced until his feet absolutely refused to move and he sat down at a table and watched the others. Tears ran down his face. Someone put a glass of beer in front of him and slapped him on the back. Someone else put a glass of tequila down, and the pains in his chest began to subside. And the Mother of God rose in him and smiled. &#8220;These are your brothers, my children,&#8221; She said. And Joseph Fernandez had never been so completely happy in his life.</p>
<p>He nodded at the man in the mirror, who returned the nod. He remembered leaving the cantina that night, and leaning against a lamppost, chuckling and weeping. &#8220;My friends,&#8221; he murmured; &#8220;My good, good friends!&#8221;</p>
<p>And two blocks ahead of him, singing at the tops of their voices, two drunken men staggered along.</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><strong>7</strong></p>
<p>Joseph plucked at one of the medals hanging on his chest and shook his head. Why had the laughter changed? Why did people now laugh and call him &#8220;el loco&#8221;, or, worse yet, &#8220;San José, el lococito!&#8221; He didn&#8217;t understand how people could change like that. He looked at the sad-faced man in the mirror. The man had medals hung around his neck that looked just like his. He tried to smile at the man, but couldn&#8217;t. Pain rose in him and clutched at his throat. Tears rolled down his cheeks and the grip on his throat tightened. The man looking from the mirror was weeping too. The two of them wept silently together, like brothers. Then they reached up and wiped the tears from their eyes. And Joseph turned from the mirror and walked through his parents&#8217; living room to the door that led out onto the street. Opening it, he pushed the screen door, then stood in the doorway for a moment, adjusting his eyes to the bright sun. Flies buzzed around, already lazy from the heat, flying in circles and loops. He watched them. A fat green one landed on the screen, and he screwed up his eyes to look more closely at it. Its veined, transparent wings lay folded on its back. It scrubbed its front legs together, then its hind ones, as though it were washing itself. Then, spreading its wings, it flew into the house.</p>
<p>&#8220;Joseph!&#8221; his mother cried; &#8220;You think you live in a barn?! You let all the flies in this place!&#8221; Blanca Elena stood in the doorway of her kitchen, brandishing a spoon and scowling. &#8220;Come and eat!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, Mamma,&#8221; he murmured; &#8220;I have to go to the priest.&#8221; He stepped down onto the sidewalk and started his slow walk to the church, dragging his bad leg slightly, favoring it, the ribbons of his missal fluttering from his hand.</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><strong>8</strong></p>
<p>Inside the old church it was cool, dark. Joseph stood for a moment in the shadow; then, as his eyes adjusted themselves, stepped to the basin, dipped his fingers in the blessed water, and crossed himself. Then he stepped softly into the body of the church and down the long aisle toward the altar.</p>
<p>The altar stood high and painted against the chancel wall. Cherubs floated in the egg-blue ceiling above it, and to the right of where Christ hung, stood the statue of His Mother, dressed in blue and white. Dropping to one knee, Joseph crossed himself a second time, rose, and slipped into a pew. He sat for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. Then he dropped to his knees on the prayer rail, took his rosary in his hands, and began to move the brown seeds from one hand to the other, moving them rapidly between his fingers as his lips moved rapidly over the words of the Our Father. He tried capturing a vision, but his mind remained closed. Nothing came. His fingers passed the beads along, one after the other, from one beam of the cross to the other. His lips moved, hurriedly, whispering, chasing his fingers. Still nothing came. He looked intently at the Virgin&#8217;s blue and white clad figure, but still nothing appeared. He needed a vision, something to awaken his soul; something&#8230;before he must go to the priest. But nothing came.</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><strong>9</strong></p>
<p>The priest heard Joseph&#8217;s confession silently from behind the carved partition of the confessional. During most of Fernandez&#8217;s tale, the priest&#8217;s brows knotted together, and he was silent except for occasional tiny explosions of breath as he exhaled in exasperation. When Joseph finished confessing his sins, the old priest gathered air into his lungs and gave him a stern lecture.</p>
<p>&#8220;Your vision is of the Devil, Joseph! You must give Her up! It is good that you have come to me and confessed the sins that have led to this demonic possession and asked for absolution. Joseph,&#8221; the old man went on, &#8220;Satan has led you into delusion, into sickness. Rid yourself of the idea that Mary comes to you. Only the saints see the Mother of God! And you,&#8221; pausing between each word before driving it home, &#8220;you are not a Saint. You, Joseph, are only a poor man, with nothing but a sinful heart; a man who drinks too much and who carries on,&#8221; his voice trailing off into the distance. Joseph heard no more, only the droning of flies. The only thing he remembered after that was the old priest demanding that he attend Mass every morning, evening Mass on Saturday, and Mass again on Sunday, &#8220;to purify your soul. You must pray to the Virgin for forgiveness. And you must stay out of the fields at night. For that is where this Devilish apparition visits you.&#8221;</p>
<p>She had come to Joseph in the field at night after work had ceased, and the ground lay naked under his feet.</p>
<p>When the priest finished, he crossed himself and gave Joseph his blessing. Joseph walked out of the church and sat down on the curb in the hot sun and held his face in his hands. Tears splashed onto the street and evaporated quickly in the stifling air. He rolled his head from side to side and moaned. What was he to do? The priest had been very plainspoken about it. &#8220;The Virgin of your vision is of the Devil! Put Her out of your mind!&#8221;</p>
<p>Joseph&#8217;s brain reeled under the strain of trying to comprehend. How could the Virgin be an evil sign when She brought only words of encouragement and peace to him? When his heart ached, Her words lifted him and made his heart light again, and helped his feet to dance, and a smile to play about his face like a fire. Whom could he believe: the priest? The Virgin? His mother? The doctors at the hospital? The social worker? His own small voice, crying out from deep inside? He dug his fingers into his scalp. It was as though his skull were coming apart, as though it might burst at any second and fly into pieces. Cars whizzed past. The acrid fumes from a bus settled over him. People went by. The sun beat down, baking him. He got dizzy and leaned back against a telephone pole. The sun rose higher in the sky, and as it rose, grew hotter and more furious. Yet still he sat, his head buzzing with flies, gnats swarming in front of his eyes, motionless. The questions in his mind slid together, became unrecognizable, transformed themselves into a vague, overpowering, confused helpless-ness. A sun rose up in his eyes, grew brilliant, and went out.</p>
<p>Joseph woke up on his bed. His shirt was unbuttoned. His mother stood over him, holding a wet towel in her hands, clucking to herself. He saw his brothers, Martin and Gonzalo, standing by the door, arms folded across their chests, scowling, lips curled up.</p>
<p>Gonzalo opened his mouth. &#8220;Ah! It&#8217;s about time he woke up! Hey, Joe! You get sunstroke? You was sitting on the street like you was dead! Martin and I, we found you and brought you home.&#8221; He laughed. Martin, the younger, nodded in agreement.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah! We had to carry you home, and you know that&#8217;s hard work!&#8221;</p>
<p>Blanca bent over her son and placed the cold wet towel on his forehead, pressing it gently down. &#8220;Ey, my son; you&#8217;ll be O.K. Good as new by morning.&#8221; She shooed his brothers from the room. &#8220;Good as new by morning,&#8221; she repeated.</p>
<p>Joseph frowned, struggling to remember. He could remember nothing. The priest&#8217;s words, his own questions, were dead. In his mind he could see the Virgin, smiling at him. He went to sleep.</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><strong>10</strong></p>
<p>Several days passed since Joseph&#8217;s brothers carried him home, unconscious, from where they had found him in front of the church. He ate, played with his son, and let the Virgin rest in his mind. Each morning he went to the church. He prayed and ate Christ&#8217;s flesh and returned to his parents&#8217; home where he ate and played with his son again until night came, when he slept. Gradually the buzzing that he heard in his head subsided. Now, this morning, every-thing was clear. In his mind he could see the Virgin, standing above him in the fields where he had stood those many months ago with his arms outstretched. Softly, he heard Her say to him: &#8220;I have chosen you because your heart, it has no hate in it.&#8221;</p>
<p>Upon awakening, Joseph rose, scrubbed himself, dressed in his grey shirt with the mother-of-pearl buttons, put on a clean pair of slacks, his shoes; brushed brilliantine into his hair; hung his medals round his neck; picked up his missal; and left, walking down the long street toward the center of the city, to the square by the courthouse. Long before his mother was up or his father broke his snoring sleep, he had begun his long walk. And now, sun climbing into the summer sky, he sat by the edge of the fountain and watched the people come and go. He was hot. The walk was long, and he was hot from it. He took his handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped it around his neck and inside his collar. He held it in front of his face and looked at it. Peat dust, like tiny fishhooks, clung to it with the sweat. His neck and face itched. A dark patch stained his shirtfront and radiated down from his arms. He sat the missal carefully beside him and took in a deep breath. People were walking languidly by. Some walked briskly in and out of the courthouse and other buildings that ringed the square. He looked down at the missal lying beside him. It looked like a fat black fish with brightly- colored tail fins. He wondered how many people thought of it that way. He turned toward the fountain and watched the water jet upward, dance for a moment catching the sun, then rain down in a bright shower, sending ripples over the surface of the pool. He looked down at the water. Coins littered the bottom of the pool. He watched the light glitter, refracted upward, copper and silver. A few coins, covered with scum, looked like he imagined old stones would look on the sea&#8217;s bottom. He looked up, watching people walk back and forth. He watched each of them in turn, examining them in great detail. Then he shifted his vision and watched all of them at once, moving back and forth. One or two came and sat at the fountain&#8217;s edge with him. A man pitched a coin into the water and, leaning over, watched as it fell slantwise to the bottom. A young man wearing a sport coat and tie sat down and began munching a sandwich. Joseph had for- gotten how much time had passed, and felt suddenly hungry. A woman, white hair tucked under a large yellow flowered hat, sat down and began fanning herself with a magazine. Joseph took the hand-kerchief from his pocket again and mopped his forehead. The handkerchief came away wet and grimy with peat dust. The woman in the flowered hat got up and moved across the square toward the street beyond. A young woman in a miniskirt sat down next to him and, crossing her legs, looked absently at the flow of people moving past. Joseph looked at the bright colors of her dress and at her legs. He noticed how her black hair swept down her back, long, curling at the ends. He smiled to himself. Then his face clouded over. &#8220;Gloria!&#8221; he murmured. He remembered her slamming out of the door, thrusting their son at him, and shouting into his face &#8220;You&#8217;re fat and lazy, like a pig!&#8221; Leaving him standing in the middle of the room, tears of bewilderment running down his face. Joseph abruptly averted his gaze from her. Gloria had been his greatest sorrow. And his greatest joy.</p>
<p>He looked down at the ledge on which he was sitting. It was made of pebbles, bright pebbles set in cement, like jewels. He bent down and scrutinized them. Some were green, others pink, beige, blue. Still others looked like drops of dried blood, like the blood the Virgin shed, Her heart pierced by the death of Her Son and by all of the sorrow in the world. He looked up again. The young woman had gone. He had the fountain to himself. The crowds of people moving back and forth across the square had reduced to a trickle. A man rushed, two steps at a time, into the courthouse and disappeared. Joseph picked up his missal and tucked it under his arm, its tails fluttering. He fingered his medals, lifted the one with the green border and placed it to his lips. Then he kissed the crucifix with the piece of saint&#8217;s robe in it and heaved himself to his feet. His lips were on fire, and, as he limped across the square, the Virgin rose in him. He knew what he had to do. He had to see his social worker, to tell him that everything was going to be O.K., that the Virgin was not a sickness, but a blessing to him.</p>
<p>As he left the square and turned up El Dorado Street toward the State Office Building where the social worker had his office, the Virgin hung in him like a star, giving him courage. Crossing the busy street that ran past the State Office Building, he walked along the river, gazing down at the gently lapping water below. He climbed down some stairs and walked along the quay. Some boats were moored there. A man in the cabin of one of them peered out at him with a look of mild curiosity on his face. Joseph walked toward the end of the quay gripping the hard body of his missal in his hand. Beside him walked the blue-and-white clad figure of the Virgin, his Protector. Reaching the end of the quay, Joseph stopped, looked at Jesus&#8217; Mother, then looked out over the river, on which the afternoon sun was playing, shimmering like diamonds.</p>
<p>&#8220;Holy Mary, Mother of God&#8230;,&#8221; he said out loud.</p>
<p>&#8220;I have chosen you, Joseph, because your heart, it has no hate in it.&#8221;</p>
<p>He saw Gloria, the tired figures of his parents, his two brothers, and his little son, Joseph, Junior. He saw the scowling face of the priest, who told him to put the Virgin out of his mind because She was a sign of sickness, of the Devil. He glanced back, looking at the tall tower where his social worker was waiting for him: he who pretended to know so much, yet knew so very, very little. He looked at the Virgin, who smiled at him. Then, seating himself on the end of the quay and placing his missal carefully beside him, he let himself down into the waters of the river. &#8220;Holy Mary, Mother of God!&#8221; he said, feeling a great surge of joy well up in him as the waters of the San Joaquin River closed over his head. &#8220;Blessed Art Thou and Blessed is the fruit of Thy womb&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.&#8221;</p>
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<p><em><strong>“JOSEPH!&#8221;</strong></em></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In Britain it is now a criminal offence to make any statement which might incite racial hatred. So, if you go around saying that all Irishmen are stupid or all Welshmen are thieves, then you may well find yourself helping the police with their enquiries and facing a sharp fine or even a term of imprisonment.</p>
<p>Some commentators consider this law to be draconian but it does take a clear political stance and one thing I have learnt over my lifetime is that nearly all racism is neither random nor ‘naturally’ grassroots-derived but rather politically or economically motivated, indeed directed.</p>
<p>Once upon a time, not so long ago, black Africans were slaves or treated as slaves. They were shackled, they died in transit under inhuman conditions, they were worked to death, they were unpaid. How do you justify treating a fellow human being this way? How can it be possible even legally to rape and execute black Africans at whim?</p>
<p>There was a simple answer. Black Africans were not human, they were sub-human. Indeed, they hailed from another, lesser, branch of the human family altogether. And there was no shortage of commentators and pseudo-scientists who popped up to argue that black Africans were so bestial that they were really no different from a cow or a horse, that they were incapable of moral understanding (probably the most obscene argument in history), that they were beyond civilisation and, yes, if you measured their brains they were smaller and lighter than a white man’s.<span id="more-10477"></span></p>
<p>A not dissimilar process was played out with women. How do you justify treating half the human population as goods and chattels of the other half, deprived of any right to property, deprived of the vote, and incapable of any job other than domestic servitude and child raising. Easy &#8211; women may have a passing resemblance to men, but they are incapable of the higher thoughts and superior structured intelligence that men can aspire to because, let’s hear it from the scientists, their brains are smaller and weigh less and they lack the capacity to control their emotions which renders them even more irrational.</p>
<p>In Britain it was the Scots and the Irish. Yes, there were some educated, civilised Scots living in Edinburgh and parts of the Lowlands but the Highland Scots, as every right-thinking Englishman knew then, crouched in their hovels amid smoking peat, ate roots and were therefore virtually indistinguishable from pigs – all very convenient when you have some quasi-genocidal Highland clearances to arrange. And the Irish left to die by the English in their millions during the Great Potato Famine? Well, ditto as per the Highland Scots except feckless, lazy, stupid and mean-spirited to boot and only fit to build roads in a civilised country.</p>
<p>The Germans, come the start of World War One, were, it was widely argued, lusty singers of the hymn of hate, and loved nothing better than to toss babies into the air and skewer them as they came down, and sometimes eat them.</p>
<p>The Jews, of course, have a special history of victimhood but on a rather curious pretext. Nobody argued that the Jews were stupid or feckless – mean certainly, exploitative, sub-human, but not stupid or feckless. They were sub-human because they executed Christ and they are fiendishly clever and cultured, so fiendishly clever and cultured in fact that they held a stranglehold over the world financial system during the Great Depression years of the 1930s and enjoyed making ordinary decent folks suffer to their own profit. Off to the gas chambers with them, then, alongside those other sub-humans, the homosexuals and the gipsies.</p>
<p>Twice in my lifetime I have seen the veil covering the machine manufacturing this obnoxious guff slip. The first was at the start of the 1980s. In 1980, Brits knew very little about Argentinians except that they were Latino-exotic and produced some very gifted footballers, like Brazil. Then General Galtieri’s army over-ran the Falklands and within hours the racist propaganda machine was fired into life. The Argentinians were not exotic, they were not wizard footballers, they were slimy, greasy, cruel, ugly Dagos living under a vicious dictatorship as they well deserved to do. As the satirical magazine, Private Eye quipped “Kill an Argie, win a Mini Metro!”</p>
<p>The second time was during the WMD Weapons of Mass Destruction farrago. Anybody with half a brain could see that all the evidence was being fraudulently and maliciously concocted by the American and British governments to justify an invasion of Iraq, a lawless country under a brutal dictator populated by a people beyond the reach of civilisation, which happened to be sitting on a lot of oil. The whole of the Middle East happens to be sitting on a lot of oil, in fact, and who is sitting there – ah, the Muslims! What do we know about the Muslims? Well they too are sub-human religious fanatics who like nothing better than to blow up and otherwise kill or mutilate all God-fearing Christian people. It is in their religion; it is in their genes.</p>
<p>And as with all other campaigns of vicious racist bollocks, there are plenty of venal and corrupt political commentators and scientists willing to perjure their souls and to feather their own nests manufacturing race-hate filled gibberish.</p>
<p>But you say, the Muslims, 911! Maybe.</p>
<p>The question you may have to ask yourself is why all this racist propaganda is really being whipped up against the Muslims by members of the right-wing American establishment in particular? Obviously there is the oil and there may well be a politico-economic requirement to invade Iran soon on the pretext that one lonely Iranian soldier with a nuclear bomb in his hand is going to blow up the whole of America because he is a raving fanatical lunatic born of a crazed, almost sub-human people. However, more likely it has to do with Russia and especially China.</p>
<p>China is a real threat to the US. It outnumbers the US ten-to-one in terms of population, it has a thriving economy and it has nuclear capability. Its existence in the world might well justify something of an arms race. However, there is a lot of money to be made in China and the great and good gentlemen of the right don’t want to deprive themselves of the pleasure of keeping their snouts firmly planted in the trough. So sub-human, cruel, slitty-eyed, yellow people bent on the destruction of the US simply don’t exist officially for the time-being. It would be bad for business.</p>
<p>So what do you do? What do you always do under those circumstances?</p>
<p>You find a whipping boy, silly.</p>
<p>Hello little Muslim, you’ll do. You want to destroy the world now don’t you? You want to bring America to its knees? We had better arm up, hadn’t we? We had better put the country on maximum alert? We had better justify massive military spending. And, should we manage to blind-side world opinion, then we can probably invade your countries and grab your oil to pay for it.</p>
<p>Far fetched?</p>
<p>Well, put it this way. From my memory, the Columbine tragedy was committed by white Caucasians. Indeed, several such outrages have been committed by white Caucasians. Many of the world’s greatest serial killers have been white Caucasians, in fact nearly all of them. The two biggest homicidal maniacs in recent history – Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin were white Caucasians. The rape of the entire world through the forces of colonialism was committed by white Caucasians. Charles Manson was a white Caucasian. Reverend Jones of Jonestown was a white Caucasian. The Klu Klux Klan are definitely white Caucasians. Even the Unibomber was a white Caucasian. Dammit, on all the anti-Muslim arguments used so far, shouldn’t these frantic American political commentators be demanding that white Caucasians are the great threat to America and that every white Caucasian should be sent packing back to where he or she came from, i.e. Europe, before they destroy the fabric of the US altogether.</p>
<p>But what would be the political point of that?</p>
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		<title>Illegal immigrants are “Nurtured” by our society</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">I read a story yesterday in the <em>SF Chronicle</em>: “New school nurtures immigrant youths tested by life.” It was all about how New York and California have opened new, small, specific schools to teach English to new teen-aged immigrants. The kids get a wonderful, specialized education and have a much better chance of succeeding in our society than most other immigrants who are placed in the traditional public schools.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">It’s all very heart-warming, until you start to think about the implications. In the first place, many of these kids are illegal immigrants; only a few are truly what we historically think of as “refugees”. In the second place, these schools are using public funds to specially train staff and run the classrooms. In the third place, many of these young people will go on to take places in our colleges and eventually the work force, which may also seem like a great thing until we understand that their presence deprives the same number of citizens—taxpayers, if you will—of having those opportunities.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">At this point, let me state that my maternal grandparents came to the United States from Mexico. Their last name was Sandoval (some of that history is recorded in my novel, <em>The Grindstone</em>). As these legal minority issues go, that makes me half Latino, or Mexican-American, as the politically correct people like to say. Therefore, I can assure you that all of the opinions expressed in this essay derive from concern over the educational system—not to mention California and the country—and not from any racial prejudice.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">A little information from the Center for Immigration Control*:<span id="more-8863"></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“According to a recent study by the Urban Institute, if immigration had come to an end in 1970, the 1990 population of the United States would have been 229 million rather than 249 million. Thus, immigration, directly and indirectly, accounted for 44 percent of all growth over those two decades. A 1995 estimate by the Center for Immigration Studies puts the current share of population growth due to immigrants and their U.S.-born children at just over 50 percent.”</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">“Over the past 25 years, the nation has added 60 million people. Given current problems, such as water shortages, the accumulation of wastes, persistent poverty and recurring cycles of unemployment, can we realistically accommodate another 60 million people over the next 25 years and another 75 million in the following 30 years? Indeed, it is argued by a growing number of scientists that we are already overpopulated.”</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">As a teacher, I see the major problem with public schools as being the incredibly high immigrant populations that we are forced to deal with (I will explain this in much more detail in a future essay). In the greater scheme of global brotherhood and advancement, all of the aims of these “special schools” are wonderful things. In the meanwhile, the taxpayers of today are suffering, and I don’t think most of us like it. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">Around the country, many people today are angry at President Obama because his economic bailout plan calls for those citizens who were very responsible in their home buying habits to help pay for those people who knowingly overextended themselves, or just plain should not have bought a home because they could not afford it. At least most of those people are American citizens, and have to pay some share of the tax burden, no matter what percentage that might be. Yet we are not angry about the vast sums of money, the stress on our educational system and other social systems, that the politicians blithely throw at illegal immigrants because of “political correctness” and trying to please some small (although definitely growing) and very vocal minorities?</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">Most parents I know are feeling the crunch with their own children. I often hear such comments as: “My kid(s) better be out of the house by age 30, because I don’t want to support them any more. I’ve got to save for my own retirement.” Well, if we don’t want to support our own children for the rest of our lives, why are we willing to support both adult illegal aliens and their children for the rest of our lives? If a family moved into your house without your permission and said: “You are going to shelter us, feed us and educate us for the next ten years while we make some money here,” would you put up with such an outrage? In essence, that is what is happening, only with millions of unwanted visitors, not just one family. Wouldn’t our tax dollars be better spent on our own children, or on ourselves?</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">I will let the economists carry on that argument. As a teacher, I am outraged that our government places an unbearable burden on the educational system, and teachers in particular. Again, I want to stress that, like The Center for Immigration Studies, I am definitely not against immigration. As with my grandparents, however, I believe that we should limit the number of people allowed into our country, and ensure that those fewer people are dedicated to learning our language, gaining our citizenship, embracing our culture, and contributing to our economic welfare.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">If the influx of illegal immigrants were to stop cold today, it would probably take us several generations to get the system back under control. Our politicians talk endlessly about the “challenge”, yet they do nothing to close the flood gates. Instead, we continue to “nurture” the people who swarm uninvited into our country and destroy our economy and our educational system.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">Politicians, we have met the enemy, and it is you.</span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[A partir del punzante, humorístico y crítico artículo publicado recientemente en esta SWI por Tim Roux expuse en el mismo el comentario que ahora incluyo aquí a modo de artículo modificado y ampliado. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A partir del punzante, humorístico <a title="Is this SWI geriatrics home?" href="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/2009/09/is-this-the-swi-geriatrics-home-am-i-in-the-right-place/" target="_blank">y crítico artículo publicado recientemente en esta SWI por Tim Roux</a> expuse en el mismo el comentario que ahora incluyo aquí a modo de artículo modificado y ampliado.</p>
<p>Para quienes han llegado hasta aquí, he de pevenirlos que los temas abordados en ese artículo fueron la relación entre la orina y el vinagre, la distinción entre Política y politícas, el &#8220;declive&#8221; del idioma inglés y un reto a los colaboradores de SWI.</p>
<p>Ignoro cuántos de los lectores de SWI, entre los que obviamente nos contamos los colaboradores, comprenderá cabalmente este comentario. De hecho, puedo asegurar que será el &#8220;negrito en el arroz&#8221;, no sólamente por ser hasta ahora el único escrito en español, con todo propósito, sino porque soy el único colaborador hispanohablante. Y aclaro, para quienes vayan a hacer la traducción de este comentario, que la anterior: &#8220;el negrito del arroz&#8221; no es una frase despectiva, racista ni nada que se le parezca, simplemente es una expresión popular muy común en la cultura latina que alude a las piedritas que luego ensucian el arroz crudo. Así, en el afán de romper uno que otro diente, debo decir que:<span id="more-8682"></span></p>
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<li>En efecto, es una verdad de Perogrullo que Política no es lo mismo que políticas y sin embargo en la raíz lo es.</li>
<li>El vinagre es al orín lo que el óxido al hierro. Ambos primeros descomponen a los segundos.</li>
<li>El idioma inglés sí está en crisis, pero esa es tan permanente como la que experimenta cualquier otra lengua. No es necesario forzar las cosas mediante supuestos actos creativos y ocurrencias del momento para que sucedan los cambios ya progresivos o regresivos de un idioma. No por escribir como se habla, o jugar con la gramática se va a a producir como experimento planificado una revolución idiomática. El lenguaje cambia porque se usa, y cada día, cada generación espontáneamente da giros a los usos lingüísticos.
<div class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 463px"><img src="http://www.dentrocine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/gabriel-garcia-marquez-3.jpg" alt="Gabriel García Márquez y su libro Cien años de soledad" width="453" height="379" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Gabriel García Márquez y su libro &quot;Cien años de soledad&quot;</p></div>
<p>En el Primer Congreso de Lengua Española, el escritor y premio Nobel de Literatura <strong>Gabriel García Márquez</strong>, siempre cuidadoso del idioma, propuso en un discurso humorístico, entre broma y en serio, eliminar a mansalva algunos caractéres de la ortografía y del alfabeto. No faltó el idiota que lo tomó en serio; sobre todo los idiotas que jamás dieron una en las materias de lenguaje en la escuela y siempre salían reprobados. (Y luego esos mismos presumen y petenden que el bilingüísmo sea una política de estado, ¡JAJAJA!)</li>
<li>En cuanto al reto al que empuja Tim Roux, con el debido respeto me parece una ocurrencia, una gracejada, la búsqueda del Santo Grial. Seamos sinceros, serios y honestos. No hay nada nuevo bajo el sol. Eso no quita que podamos pararnos de cabeza para ver el mundo y las cosas desde otra perspectiva, claro; experimentar. O de plano no me quedó suficientemente clara la propuesta. ¿De qué se trata? ¿De inventar el hilo negro o el agua tibia?</li>
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<p>Derivado de los anteriores puntos ahora acoto lo siguente. Como parte del &#8220;Boom&#8221; de la <strong>literatura latinoamericana</strong>, varios escritores optaron por explorar el habla popular y reflejarla en sus textos al cobijo de la premisa de que todo escritor debe reflejar la realidad que lo circunda. Así, la &#8220;literatura de la onda&#8221; rescató el habla de los jóvenes de los años sesenta y setenta, aligerando de ese modo y acercando la literatura a un público cada día más reacio a la lectura por culpa de las políticas educativas gubernamentales.</p>
<p>En la actualidad, la literatura latinoamericana se ha diversificado en los modos de retratar la realidad y, si bien todavía algunos siguen optando por extaer las maneras del habla cotidiana haciendo una especie de etnografía del discurso, otros han preferido hacer un  viaje en el tiempo e ir hacia épocas anteriores a las revoluciones, para tratar de comprender los antecedentes de las mismas y las situaciones actuales de los países de la región. Y esto, no tan al margen de que en estos años, entre 2008 y 2012 varios países celebrarán centenarios de sus luchas intestinas y libertarias; mi México uno de ellos. Hay que mencionar también que con el advenimiento de los nuevos medios y tecnologías, el discurso literario se ha visto enriquecido al contrario de lo que podría alegarse, y esto no es exclusivo, como podría desprenderse de los textos de Tim Roux, de la literatura anglosajona.</p>
<p>Este comentario no ha buscado ni mostrar acuerdo ni desacuerdo tanto con el autor del artículo como con los distinguidos comentaristas previos. Simplemente es sólo una opinión, y una hecha en <strong>el segundo idioma más hablado de la Tierra</strong> y que, al menos en SWI, pare ser el menos socorrido. Si eso no es para sentirme orgulloso, entonces ¿qué?</p>
<p>Y ahí les va otro reto, anglohablantes, ¿cuándo y cuántas veces y por qué no han hecho el esfuerzo novedoso de escribir en otro idioma, de dirigirse a otras culturas en su propio idioma? Si hay unas culturas bastante soberbias en su andar, esas son precisamente las anglosajonas y germanicas, entre las que ha de incluirse la francesa, pero por otros motivos.</p>
<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 435px"><img src="http://elproyectomatriz.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/colonialismo.jpg" alt="El Lenguaje y los símbolos son el Caballo de Troya del colonialismo y el imperialismo" width="425" height="425" /><p class="wp-caption-text">El Lenguaje y los símbolos son el Caballo de Troya del colonialismo y el imperialismo</p></div>
<p>Con la <strong>actitud colonialista e imperial que circula en sus venas lingüísticas</strong> se han mostrado incapaces de entablar un adecuado diálogo con otras culturas y formas de ser y expresar. Se han mantenido aislados en su islote. En cambio las lenguas romances, de las que aquí excluí al francés y no por razones etimológicas, sometidas en su mayoría por el colonialismo y el imperialismo se han enriquecido con la  imposición construyendo y reconstruyendo el sentido del discurso de manera constante, absorbiendo y retribuyendo; fortaleciéndose.</p>
<p>Por supuesto que no olvido que el español también gozó por muchos años de genes colonialistas e imperiales, pero la historia es clara y eso pasó a segundo término para dar paso a formas más sutiles de enculturación por ósmosis. Dicho esto no faltará el lector que, llegado aquí reclame por qué no soy condescendiente y, habiendo una mayoría de lectores y colaboradores anglosajones, no escribo en inglés. <em>Yes, I could, but I don&#8217;t want; because my proposal was  exactly this: write in spanish for foreign readers. It&#8217;s greater challenge to me, to readers and, of course, the editor, who accept this madness.</em></p>
<p>Y podría, como tal vez le gustaría a <strong>Tim Roux</strong>, escribir cantinfleando; para que tú o aquél, ora sí que, vaya, como dice el dicho &#8220;ahí está el detalle&#8221;. ¿O no? Porque como digo una cosa digo la otra y entre tanto decir resulta que, ay, ¡mira cómo serás!, que si la tecnología, que si esto y l&#8217;otro. Bueno, dejando en claro que el sentido de lo dicho dicho queda y si tienes alguna duda, lector amigo, pues vuelve a empezar.</p>
<p>Dejémonos de baladronadas. En muchos países latinoamericanos, todavía hace 20 años en las universidades muchas fuentes bibliográficas y hemerográficas debíamos leerlas en inglés. Ahora, entre la pereza de los estudiantes y el disgusto generalizado por leer en otro idioma que no sea el propio (cuando se lee), el panorama ha cambiado. Y eso comienza a notarse en la Internet, donde la &#8220;lucha&#8221; cultural está tomando visos encarnizados en algunas áreas.</p>
<p>Una de mis hermanas es profesora de inglés, la otra es traductora y están conscientes y fascinadas con el hecho de cómo la esponja que es este idioma empieza a verse permeada del español incluso en la construcción gramatical. Y esto no significa que el inglés vaya a desaparecer, es simple evolución. Pero está visto que <strong>también en el campo de la lingüística se suceden las discusiones creacionistas.</strong></p>
<p>Tampoco se tome el párrafo inmediato anterior como una reminiscencia del darwinismo social, no se trata de &#8220;la sobrevivencia del más fuerte&#8221;, aunque en la perspectiva de las lenguas autóctonas desde hace siglos esto así está sucediendo.</p>
<p>Ya sea que narremos historias, que contemos jocosidades, que voltéemos al revés las palabras y sus significados, el primer cambio se da en la relación de cada quien con respecto a su forma de hablar y de escribir, primero dentro de su circunstancia y luego dentro de su ámbito cultural, incluídos los intercambios; en la medida de su preocupación por el decir y el pensar, y sus consecuentes y muy distintas lógicas comunicativas.</p>
<div id="attachment_8690" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 220px"><img class="size-full wp-image-8690" src="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/wp-content/uploads/20061205225111-ancianos1.jpg" alt="Is this the SWI geriatrics home?" width="210" height="248" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Is this the SWI geriatrics home?</p></div>
<p>&#8220;¿Es esta la casa geriátrica SWI?&#8221; Pregunta Tim Roux en el título del artículo provocador de éste que ahora escribo. Y no dejo de concordar con la crítica constructiva, sobre todo cuando se la ubica en el contexto de las observaciones previas del mismo autor, por ejemplo cuando en su artículo &#8220;<a title="Yo, should we write Jinglish?" href="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/2009/08/yo-should-we-write-jinglish/" target="_blank"><strong>Tú, ¿deberíamos escribir Jinglish?&#8221;</strong></a> menciona cómo ha cambiado el uso del lenguaje desde hace veinte años:</p>
<blockquote><p><em>Although 20 year olds may write in a limited vocabulary, they actually speak, in my experience, like the rest of us (except British 20 year olds who may not speak at all). The same is true of lawyers. They speak like the rest of us too, with a few ticks and watch-watchings thrown in. It’s when they write that you realise that they are communicating in jingles beamed across from another dimension. If 20 year olds speak traditionally enough, then hopefully their thoughts are even more congruent with the rest of ours [...]</em></p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p><em>Over the last twenty years, things have got wilder. English has become the global standard language, which means that everyone now owns it. Germans write German-English to the French who write French-English, which is all commented upon by the Spanish who speak Spanish-English and the Italians who give up entirely and talk among themselves.</em></p></blockquote>
<p>En conclusión, si puede haber una, si escribir con corrección conlleva el tufo de la naftalina como para ubicar SWI a modo de casa de reposo de una literatura anquilosada, bueno, entonces sea SWI la clínica donde uno que otro juega a vejetar. Pero si el interés por mantener tirante y controlada la evolución en el decir puede equivaler a colocar cuidadosamente capullos en la alberca cultural y generacional, como elemento rejuvenecedor y redundante de las formas de comunicación y expresión, bien venida sea la novedad con todos sus límites.</p>
<p>El reto, Tim, no está en la palabra, sino en el acto mismo de definir.</p>
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		<title>Political Correctness Gone Wrong # 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:49:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lloyd Lofthouse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" align="center">2nd e-mail from the person that filed the complaint. Thursday, 2/12/09, 9:49 AM</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">As parents it is our responsibility to make sure our son is safe and doesn’t do thinks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">2nd e-mail from the person that filed the complaint.<br />
Thursday, 2/12/09, 9:49 AM</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">As parents it is our responsibility to make sure our son is safe and doesn’t do thinks like pull down blinds. As responsible tenants it is our job to make sure that nothing in the apartment is damaged and if something becomes damaged during our tenancy, we of course know we will be financially responsible for all damages we incur. As the landlord of this property I’m sure you would write this financial responsibility in the lease. If you feel that the only reason you would not rent to us, is because of our young child, and the slight possibility that he might pull down your blinds I assure you there are plenty of ways of resolving this issue. One being that we would remove the blinds as we have done at our current residence and will put them back when we vacate the unit. If after reading this email you still feel that you can not risk the liability, I would appreciate and email letting me know that we are denied. Thank you.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Excerpt from wife’s response to May 18, 2009 letter from “2<sup>nd</sup> Consultant of Fair Employment &amp; Housing”.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">As (1<sup>st</sup> Consultant ) I talked to suggested, I attended and completed the Fair Housing training class (5/18). I was glad that I went. I learned that I don’t have to be afraid of coming forward with the truth regarding why I considered renting to other applicants. While I was showing (complainant) the unit, they allowed their son to play with the dials of the stove, turning on the gas, turning on the dish-washer and pulling on the nine foot-long blinds (not the cord as you wrote in your letter). I witnessed that the ( parents) didn’t discipline their child. (The father) played ball with his son. The ball was either a child-sized basketball, or a football. They threw the ball back and forth over the kitchen counter and the hanging light. I had a hard time keeping my smile up. I couldnt’ help but conclude that the (parents) were not responsible &#8230;<span id="more-8619"></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">The second reason I rented to someone else was that I felt I was being set up. (The complainant) told me previously that she worked for public housing management in San Francisco, therefore knew how to play by the rules. She bragged about the fact that she could practically produce a perfect “Former Landlord Verification Letter” for herself, or to get her colleague or boss to create one for her. She knew what she was doing when she wrote, “I’d appreciate an email letting me know that we are denied” She was trying to get me to violate the rules, so that she could file a complaint against me. I recognized her trick, because that was exactly what the Communists did during the Cultural Revolution. They tried to get people to criticize Mao, so they could convict and prosecute.</span></p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 02:20:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lloyd Lofthouse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The first e-mail that my wife wrote: Wednesday, February 11, 2009 at 2:26 PM, I received the documents that you faxed over. I looks quite impressive. I appreciate your interest very much. However, what happened at my showing (twenty potential renters showed up) last night after you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">The first e-mail that my wife wrote:<br />
Wednesday, February 11, 2009 at 2:26 PM,<br />
I received the documents that you faxed over. I looks quite impressive. I appreciate your interest very much. However, what happened at my showing (twenty potential renters showed up) last night after you were gone led me to a concern. A couple came by with a young son about your son’s age. The boy pulled down my 9 foot blinds (in the living room) and almost got his face cut. I was so afraid for him. As you might recall, I have three large ceiling to floor glass-doors in living room, master bedroom and kitchen, all with the standard vertical blinds, to which I could do nothing to prevent it from being pulled by a small child.</span></p>
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So, I don’t think I can afford that liability. I am still in the process of reviewing candidates, however, I must be honest with you that the liability issue is on my mind. If you don’t hear from me by tomorrow, please move on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I wish you all the best.</span>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">The follow up letter to the phone conversation that was posted with PCGW #2</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">May 18, 2009</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Dear Ms. (my wife):</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Pursuant to our conversation today I attempted to review with you the complainant and conciliating process. You informed me that because English is your second language you need to have our communications in writing. I am sending you this letter to (address).<span id="more-8168"></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I have reviewed your responded to our complaint. I note that your response includes a copy of an e-mail that you sent to the (person that complained) on February 11, 2009. Your e-mail seems to demonstrate that you denied (the person that complained) and her family an opportunity to rent because of the statement you made about not wanting to be liable in reference to your observation of another child attempting to pull a blind cord. This statement and your action telling them “please move on” appears to have denied them an opportunity to rent because they have a young child.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Our office is charged with the responsibility of enforcing Government Coe section 12955.2 which prohibits discrimination based on familial statues. As I explained today, (the person that complained) is interested in resolving this matter through the Conciliation process. If you are interested, we would ask you to successfully complete Fair Housing training and submit to us a check for $2000.00 made payable to them. The Conciliation document would be prepare by me and does not include language of fault but clearly describes the terms, conditions and completion dates.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I look forward to hearing from you by May 28, 2009l If you have questions, call me at the telephone number listed below. Thank you for your anticipated cooperation.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Sincerely,<br />
Signed by the “2<sup>nd</sup> Consultant of Fair Employment &amp; Housing”</span>
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		<title>MEDICINA TRADICIONAL MEXICANA</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 06:57:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antonio de la Vega</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recientemente la Universidad Autónoma de México (U.N.A.M.) presentó el resultado de un esfuerzo monumental, consistente en la construcción de una enciclopedia multimedia especializada en la medicina tradicional mexicana. [...]]]></description>
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Recientemente la </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Universidad Autónoma de México (U.N.A.M.)</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> presentó el resultado de un esfuerzo monumental, consistente en la construcción de una enciclopedia multimedia especializada en la </span><a title="Biblioteca de Medicina Tradcional Mexicana" href="http://www.medicinatradicionalmexicana.unam.mx/" target="_blank">medicina tradicional mexicana</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
Esta enciclopedia o biblioteca (como se ha intitulado en realidad) recupera en gran medida, y superando por mucho cualquier expectativa, el enorme bagaje cultural que en cuestión de herbolaria y tratamientos curativos caracteriza a México.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Primero en su tipo, por su alcance, este ejercicio ha involucrado no sólo a académicos, médicos, informáticos, estudiantes, antropólogos, sino de manera muy particular a los curanderos o &#8220;terapeutas&#8221;, los chamanes y otros personajes que a lo largo y ancho del país ejercen esta actividad considerada por muchos como marginal, cuando en realidad en muchas comunidades y regiones es la única forma institucionalizada de cuidado y procuración de la salud, especialmente entre las diversas etnias que conforman la vasta y variada población mexicana.<br />
</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">En esta encicplopedia </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">puede encontrarse la información relativa a plantas, tratamientos, padecimientos, variantes, regiones de empleo, nombres originales y referencias. Por supuesto que no se trata de un manual para automedicarse ni nada parecido, ya que eso iría también en contra de los principios más elementales.<br />
</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Enhorabuena por ese lanzamiento. Nos congratulamos porque de este modo la U.N.A.M, contribuye una vez más al rescate del </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">patrimonio cultural de México y el mundo</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.<br />
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 19:24:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Smooches, my beautiful ladies! Please understand that I am not the fitness connoisseur. I speak as a concerned woman. This article is to encourage you to be the beautiful woman that God has called you to be. My desire is for you to be emotionally, mentally, spiritually, socially, physically and financially whole. It is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Smooches, my beautiful ladies! Please understand that I am not the fitness connoisseur. I speak as a concerned woman. This article is to encourage you to be the beautiful woman that God has called you to be. My desire is for you to be emotionally, mentally, spiritually, socially, physically and financially whole. It is very important for women to focus on their health. I am exasperated with the obesity issue that is sweeping the nation. It sickens me. I honestly do not want my fabulous sisters facing high risk of heart attacks, high blood pressure, diabetes, hypertension and strokes. I would have it that you all will prosper as your soul prospers. To be quite frank with you, your physical appearance is a reflection of your mental condition. Please do not misunderstand this statement. I am not saying that you must wear a size two! I am not proclaiming that being skinny is superior and that being an awesome size ten is sub standard or second rate. You can be marvelous regardless of your body form or figure. The essential detail is that you are a healthy size two, eight or even fourteen.</p>
<p>My main focus is that we learn how to take care of ourselves just as well as our children, husbands and families. We are very important too. I have learned that if I am ‘no good’, my children and significant other is at a total disadvantage as well. Your well being is more important than a job, business or situation. You are the most important being in your life and your health should be top priority.<span id="more-7690"></span></p>
<p>I find that exercise is helpful in building your mental and physical prowess. It also can assist in relieving stress, anxiety or tension. Exercise and a healthy diet is the fundamental foundation in maintaining a productive life. I, myself are one of those people that require physical activity. I am more effective and emotionally stable when I am engaged in exercise. I personally enjoy yoga and meditation. This aids me in remaining focused and active toward the completion of my goals in life. I know after I play basketball, perform yoga early morning or eat a healthy meal, my mind is at peace. I feel stronger and happier in every aspect of my life. A University of Bristol study was done and scientists found out “that people who exercise on work days are more productive, happier and suffer less stress than on non gym days. It also found that people&#8217;s general mood improved on days of exercise but they became less calm on non-exercise days.”</p>
<p>Here are a few Yoga poses that you can attempt at your own convenience. This will assist a beginner in improving flexibility, balance, strength and the individual parts of the body such as the spine, arms, legs, abdomen and buttocks.</p>
<p>Half Moon Pose (Ardha Chandrasana)</p>
<p>Step 1- Start with your left hand resting on your hip</p>
<p>Step 2- Slightly bend your right knee then move forward</p>
<p>Step 3- Move your right hand forward- a few inches form the toes of your right leg</p>
<p>Step 4- Exhale and press the right hand and right heel to the floor for balance. Lift your left leg parallel to the floor.</p>
<p>Step 5- Raise your left hand. It should be aligned with your right hand. Bear your weight on the right leg.</p>
<p>Step 6- Look up at your fingers. Remain in that pose for a few seconds.</p>
<p>*** For help you can use a wall for added support.</p>
<p>Warrior Pose I (Virabhadrasana I)</p>
<p>Step 1- Start with your legs and feet in parallel</p>
<p>Step 2- Jump or move your feet side ways so that your feet are approximately 4 feet apart.</p>
<p>Step 3- Turn your left foot 90 degrees to the left and position your foot about 45 degrees to the left.</p>
<p>Step 4- Rotate your torso to the left.</p>
<p>Step 5- Bend your left knee. Make sure that the knee is directly above the foot. Be careful because extreme bending can lead to knee injury.</p>
<p>Step 6- Raise both hands and your palms should be inward and fingers are stretched.</p>
<p>Bridge Pose (Setu Bandhasana)</p>
<p>Step 1- Lie on your back with your knees bent and feet together. Keep your arms on your side and palms on the floor.</p>
<p>Step 2- Lift your hips upward while keeping your feet and palms on the floor.</p>
<p>Step 3- Keep your position in step 2 and move your arms over your head.</p>
<p>I encourage you to do what works best for you. But setting a routine of regular exercise is mandatory in your life. Let today be the day that you choose to treat your body right!</p>
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		<title>Political Correctness Gone Wrong # 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 20:31:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lloyd Lofthouse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" align="center">Each post will be less than 700 words. This is the first entry—an introduction. There will be several more on this topic. By Lloyd Lofthouse </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">During America’s Civil Rights era, laws were enacted with the intent to correct wrongs in [...]]]></description>
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This is the first entry—an introduction.<br />
There will be several more on this topic.<br />
By Lloyd Lofthouse</span>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">During America’s Civil Rights era, laws were enacted with the intent to correct wrongs in America. I strongly agree that it was wrong to segregate schools and provide an education for people of color inferior to the education offered to whites. It was wrong to make people walk in the gutters because the sidewalks were reserved for whites. It was wrong to have one bathroom for people of color and another for whites. It was wrong to deny someone the right to a job due to color or religion. It was wrong to deny someone the right to rent or buy a house or apartment because of race or religion. It is still wrong for violent, racist groups like the KKK and white supremacists to terrorize and victimize anyone they do not approve of. To fix those wrongs, government organizations were created to enforce these new laws.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Today, most people are terrified to publicly express honest opinions about topics that fall under political correctness and what has gone wrong with the complex system designed to correct those inequalities. Since this column is going to cross that line, there is a strong chance I will be criticized for what I write. There may be incidences where what I write will be taken out of context.</span></p>
<p>Because I am white, I may be the wrong person to write this column. After all, to many, I’m already guilty due to my skin color. It doesn’t matter that my father was a second generation American and my grandfather was born on the boat inside the three-mile limit. It does not matter that my mother’s ancestors arrived with the Pilgrims and started out in the New England states as indentured servants. <span id="more-7561"></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">My mother was born in Deadwood, North Dakota. Her father worked on the railroad. My ancestors never owned businesses or rented apartments or houses. My ancestors were workers and hardscrabble ranchers—not entrepreneurs making fortunes. I have no desire to run a business that has employees or to own rental properties. I have three uncles that fought in World War II. My father, well, he was a drunk for two-thirds of his life. Then he stopped drinking and turned into a nice guy. My mother, on the other hand, spent her life conflicted and in search of a religion that would absolve her from whatever sins haunted her. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I served in the U.S. Marines from 1965 to 1968 and fought in </span><a href="http://www.mysplendidconcubine.com/VietnamTwo03_29_09.htm"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: #0000ff; font-size: small;">Vietnam</span></a><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">. After being honorably discharged, I went to college on the GI Bill and earned a BA in </span><a href="http://www.mysplendidconcubine.com/teachingyears.htm"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: #0000ff; font-size: small;">journalism</span></a><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">. From there, I worked in industry for a few years in middle management before becoming a public-school teacher in 1975. For the next thirty years, I mostly taught high school English and journalism in a multicultural school with only eight percent of the student population considered Caucasian. A barrio and violent street gangs surrounded that high school. A memoir I’m writing about one of those thirty years is called ‘</span><a href="http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewshortstory.asp?id=41854&amp;AuthorID=84575"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: #0000ff; font-size: small;">Crazy Normal</span></a><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">’.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Next week, I will post the second column on this topic. That post will focus on an incident my wife was involved in with a complainant and “two Consultants” from the Department of Fair Employment &amp; Housing for the State of California. Readers of this column may decide who the real victims are as the weeks go by. As this column evolves, feel free to dive in and make comments or share your experiences with Political Correctness Gone Wrong. It is my opinion that the more we restrict people from expressing themselves honestly, the less freedom we have.</span></p>
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		<title>I Came To America</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 18:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jose Antonio Ponce</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I came to America</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">from Chile</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">because someone said life would be better here</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I sold my ranch</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">my mules</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">my guns</p> <p [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came to America</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">from Chile</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">because someone said life would be better here</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I sold my ranch</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my mules</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my guns</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and traveled here to live</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to make a new start</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and to find a wife</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">but here, I am alone</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">bored</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I have to pay</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to dance with a woman</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and more to drink with her</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my guitar won’t stay in tune</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and there is no one to hear my love songs</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> <span id="more-7369"></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came to America</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">from Mexico</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and left my wife and daughter behind</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came to find work</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">any work</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">enough to send money home</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to bring them to me</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">where we could live a new life</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I have done it all</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">farming, construction, cleaning</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">but now, all I do is work</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and drink in the nighttime</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my room is without warmth</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I have forgotten my wife’s kiss</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and my daughter’s smile</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came to America</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">from Guatemala</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">after my husband</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">he sent for me and my children</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">after he worked for nearly a year</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I work with him when I can</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my daughter asks her father,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Why do you leave so early in the morning</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and come home so late at night?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“To earn money to buy food,” he replies</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“To give you something more.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">than I had.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came to America</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">from Peru</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to earn enough money to go home</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to buy my own land</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to buy a car for my village</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to be strong enough someday to have a family</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">of my own</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I sent money home</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">for more than a year</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">but then, my mother died</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and my home was no longer home</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I am orphaned</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and the money I saved</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">now goes to building a new life here</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came to America</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">from Panama</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">because my husband came here</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">with the intention of bringing me here</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">but after a time</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">he was lost in alcohol</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and found another spouse</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">he forgot about me</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and stopped sending money</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">so many of the wives</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">are left behind</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">their husbands never return</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came here to find him</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to scold him</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">but now I cook in my kitchen</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and go to the fields</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to sell food to these same husbands</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">that have abandoned their wives</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I came to America</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">from Columbia</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to work in the fields</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I am a farmer</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I can grow anything</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">coffee, corn, beets, tomatoes, fruit</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">but there is no work for me</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">other men crowd me out of the work</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my countrymen have lost their sense of honor</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">they don’t invite me to their homes</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">others try to kill me in the night</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I am poor, with no money in my pocket</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">not even enough change to call home</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">less than a man</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">with no home and no job</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my heart is broken</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">and I want to go home</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">we come to America</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">from places the world has forgotten</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">or turns a blind eye to</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">we want to raise our children</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to teach them</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to make them better</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">our poverty</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">or sometimes the greed of others</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">has driven us from our homeland</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">we do the work no one else will</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">we labor long hours</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">for little pay</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">we want only the scraps from the table</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">for your poverty</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">is wealth to us</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">we want only the chance to live</span></p>
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		<title>¿VOTAR O ANULAR? FALSO DILEMA</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 22:29:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antonio de la Vega</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[¿Será el voto nulo como el futuro termidor (cuya etimología alude al hecho de dar calor) de la democracia mexicana? Así definen algunos al fenómeno, en franca y preocupada alusión al undécimo mes del calendario republicano francés, que empezaba el 19 de julio y terminaba el 17 de agosto, y durante el cual ("9 de termidor") se suscitó el episodio del golpe de Estado con que la Revolución Francesa dio fin al Terror e instauró en su lugar la reacción de la Convención (27 de julio de 1794). [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BB1CgGiuf1U/Sk53auNoNxI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wyUi1g2px2I/s1600-h/Dudando.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 231px; float: left; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BB1CgGiuf1U/Sk53auNoNxI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wyUi1g2px2I/s320/Dudando.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">En casi vísperas de las <span style="font-weight: bold;">elecciones </span>intermedias a celebrarse el próximo domingo 5 de julio en <span style="font-weight: bold;">México</span>, y en las que se elegirán diputados locales y federales, presidentes municipales, y en algunos estados gobernadores, algunos medios, opinadores, políticos, académicos, comunicadores han venido presentando el fenómeno del aparente movimiento pro <span style="font-weight: bold;">voto nulo</span> y <span style="font-weight: bold;">voto blanco</span> con variopintas descripciones. Ya como esfuerzo ridículo por inútil, ya como un intento de desestabilizar el sistema democrático mexicano, ya como una amenaza al sistema de partidos, ya como una aberración democrática; ora cual salida estúpida y marginal variedad del abstencionismo&#8230;</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
En fin, palabras más o menos, exactas o inexactas, la reacción no se ha hecho esperar. Incluso el <span style="font-weight: bold;">dilema </span>original entre <span style="font-weight: bold;">votar o no votar</span> se ha traducido falsamente entre <span style="font-weight: bold;">votar o anular</span>, como si el voto nulo no fuera en sí mismo una opción de sufragio válida y legítima, debidamente comprendida en el código electoral mexicano, aunque cucha en sus definiciones respecto a su uso e interpretación por parte de electores, autoridades, legisladores, juzgadores, pueblo y elegidos.</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Falso dilema</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
El dilema en cuestión hoy como siempre es y ha sido votar o no votar. Por supuesto, siempre en este dilema y apuntando al mejoramiento del sistema político de corte democrático, es preferible votar a no hacerlo, o sea asistir y <span style="font-weight: bold;">ejercer el derecho</span> en vez de abstenerse (que también es un derecho, admitámoslo, por muy aborrecible que se antoje a algunos).</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
El &#8220;movimiento&#8221;, si se le puede llamar tal a la <span style="font-weight: bold;">ola &#8220;reaccionaria&#8221;</span> totalmente espontánea y natural surgida de las filas de la gente por sí sola, y que tiene en jaque a los &#8220;políticos profesionales&#8221; hoy, a lo que apuesta es a promover el voto y no lo contrario. Pero a votar con auténtica libertad y haciendo empleo de todas y cualquiera de las opciones legalmente estatuidas para el efecto de la emisión del sufragio. O sea, en palabras llanas: VOTA, POR QUIEN QUIERAS Y COMO QUIERAS, PERO VOTA CON CLARIDAD, CONTUNDENCIA Y DECISIÓN.<span id="more-6199"></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
Por otra parte, entre los críticos de dicha reacción no faltan los que han calificado al fenómeno también de &#8220;microrrevolución&#8221; o hasta lo han bautizado como &#8220;movimiento anulacionista&#8221;. En el afán de ubicar los fundamentos ideológicos, hay los que han pretendido construir una telaraña de &#8220;teoría política&#8221;, para tratar de entender y contener conceptualmente una onda que, extrañamente para sus ojos, carece de foco, de cabeza, de liderazgo específico y evidente. Ha habido muchos que también han reclamado a la supuesta élite detrás del fenómeno (élite que en todo caso se conformó <span style="font-style: italic;">a posteriori</span>) el trazo de propuestas concretas a demandar y realizar tras las elecciones.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
Están los que han denominado al voto nulo como <span style="font-weight: bold;">el futuro termidor</span> (cuya etimología alude al hecho de dar calor) de la democracia mexicana, en franca y preocupada alusión al undécimo mes del calendario republicano francés, que empezaba el 19 de julio y terminaba el 17 de agosto, y durante el cual (&#8220;9 de termidor&#8221;) se suscitó el episodio del golpe de Estado con que la Revolución Francesa dio <span style="font-weight: bold;">fin al Terror</span> e instauró en su lugar la reacción de la <span style="font-weight: bold;">Convención </span>(27 de julio de 1794).</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
La cabeza de la Hydra</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BB1CgGiuf1U/Sk57mrQc5RI/AAAAAAAABOY/vpXx-GgBi0I/s1600-h/Hydra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BB1CgGiuf1U/Sk57mrQc5RI/AAAAAAAABOY/vpXx-GgBi0I/s320/Hydra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
Pues bien, poniéndonos el saco luego de lo que hemos expuesto en <strong><a title="Tiempo y Destiempo" href="http://tiempoydestiempo.blogspot.com/2009/06/votar-o-no-votar.html" target="_blank">artículos previos de forma escrita y auditiva</a></strong>, daremos el gusto y mostraremos primero que en efecto <span style="font-weight: bold;">la gente puede sorprender organizada alrededor de un tema, idea, concepto, hecho o sentimiento que la resulta de sentido común</span>, y para ello no hace falta una voz primigenia y estentórea, una batuta intencional y voluntaria; basta la difusión y el consentimiento de lo que se cree justo y adecuado.<br />
Es <span style="font-weight: bold;">principio básico del liderazgo</span> que la gente elige a su líder y hay de aquél que se ostente como tal sin el justo reconocimiento del grupo. De aquí los temores y muy comprensibles, pues siempre se estima y así ha sido más de una vez que la gente sin rienda puede causar más estropicio que orden. ¿Esto es una razón política justificante del control o la modernidad comunicativa revelará caras inimaginadas tras el potencial de la gente vista ya no más como una masa informe, deforme, amorfa y conforme, sino como un cuerpo con muchas cabezas y múltiples corazones tan individuales como interdependientes?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Más allá de cualquier populismo trasnochado, de cualquier forma de mesianismo, lo que hoy se experimenta en México es la <span style="font-weight: bold;">cohesión </span>de ciertos grupos entre la gente a partir de un sentimiento y unas ideas compartidas. Si estas fueron sustentadas por lo dicho en una página web perdida, o por un académico o un político profesional, poco importa. Lo relevante es la fuerza que pudo tener para suscitar una reacción espontanea que diera pie a breves intentos de acción organizada en la forma de manifestaciones de diversos tipos aquí y allá.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">¿Durará? Lo que tenga que durar, ni más ni menos, hasta lograr la satisfacción de los individuos adheridos. ¿Gestará otro nivel de relación y conciencia social? Ya lo ha hecho, ha mostrado que existe en verdad la tan discutida y dudosa por inasible e invisible <span style="font-weight: bold;">conciencia social</span>. ¿Sembrará propuestas?</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
Las <span style="font-weight: bold;">propuestas </span>están ahí desde hace mucho, son simples; ni muy alejadas ni muy cercanas a las promesas de campaña de unos y otros, están incluidas a la letra en el espíritu de la nación y del Estado (distingámoslo, por favor, del gobierno; Estado = Gobierno + Territorio + Población) consagrado en la <span style="font-weight: bold;">Constitución </span>tan vapuleada, tan olvidada, tan manoseada. Pero sobre eso nos extenderemos en la siguiente entrega.</span></div>
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		<title>LA RELEVANCIA DEL ZAPATO</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 22:46:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antonio de la Vega</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[En estos días muy próximos a las elecciones intermedias en México, los temas de discusión central han sido el voto nulo y el voto blanco. Al buscar en Google la combinación exacta "voto nulo" obtenemos 495 mil referencias. Con la combinación "voto blanco", 363 mil referencias. [...]]]></description>
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<div id="attachment_5970" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><span><a href="http://www.boligan.com/index2.php?id=3"><img class="size-medium wp-image-5970" src="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/wp-content/uploads/boligan_171208-300x207.jpg" alt="El sistema de partidos en México a punto del zapatazo" width="300" height="207" /></a></span><p class="wp-caption-text">El sistema de partidos en México a punto del zapatazo</p></div>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Teóricamente, una noticia tiene generalmente como promedio de vida en el ámbito de la opinión pública de alrededor de una semana. En ese tiempo, la resonancia de la información depende de muchos factores contra lo que puedan suponer los adoradores del <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">rating</span>, el <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ranking </span>y otras mediciones estadísticas. El primero y más determinante de ellos es curiosamente el más difícil de medir: <span style="font-weight: bold;">la relevancia</span>.<br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Es común que los investigadores midan la relevancia desde la perspectiva del <span style="font-weight: bold;">uso o respuesta de los consumidores respecto de un mensaje en particular</span>. Así, si 10 personas leen la nota &#8220;A&#8221; mientras 25 atienden a la nota &#8220;B&#8221; se determinan conclusiones que se antojan estadísticamente obvias, pero si hay algo con lo que los estadísticos tienen que lidiar y hasta ahora muy pocos han podido resolver es con el valor subjetivo y cultural que subyace en las respuestas de los consumidores.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Al investigar mediante el buscador de <span style="font-weight: bold;">Google </span>cuántas referencias se suscitaron a lo largo de la semana en que estuvo en la palestra el asonado tema de los zapatazos lanzados al presidente estadounidense George W. Bush, estas fueron de un millón 380 mil referencias conteniendo la combinación de palabras &#8220;zapato&#8221; y &#8220;bush&#8221;, para las fechas entre el 15 y el 22 de diciembre de 2008. Referencias todas estas en varios idiomas, algunas repetidas o redundantes o con alguna forma de desviación en cuanto al contenido contextual. Ahora, a la fecha de redactar esta entrega, el número de referencias &#8220;actualizadas&#8221; es de 163 mil. Es decir que disminuyeron en poco más del 90%.<span id="more-5969"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">¿Qué significan esos números? ¿El grado de interés sobre el tema? ¿Su importancia? ¿La actualidad? Sí y no exactamente. En la superficie sólo son la cantidad de búsquedas actuales relacionadas y no necesariamente la cantidad de referencias específicas, entre las que podrían contarse los documentos y artículos más añejos, las variaciones sobre el tema o las tendencias e inclinaciones en tal o cual sentido de la información. Podría pensarse que servirían de fundamento para establecer una <span style="font-weight: bold;">tasa de referencialidad</span> o una <span style="font-weight: bold;">tasa de actualidad</span>, pero no serían suficientes para retratar tales conceptos cabalmente.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">En aquellas fechas, cuando la búsqueda se combinaba además con la palabra &#8220;periodista&#8221;, el número disminuía notablemente a un millón 10 mil referencias. ¿Era menos interesante o relevante el tema por incluir al periodista actor del hecho? Hoy se muestran 143 mil referencias. Tanto en uno como en otro caso, todavía habría que hacer la tarea de excluir aquellas referencias sesgadas por incluir alguna o varias de las palabras pero en contextos diferentes al de la famosa escena del periodista iraquí que lanzó un zapato al ex presidente George W. Bush. No pueden hacerse simplonas sumas y restas, como pretenden algunos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">En estos días muy próximos a las elecciones intermedias en <span style="font-weight: bold;">México</span>, los temas de discusión central han sido el voto nulo y el voto blanco. Al buscar en <span style="font-weight: bold;">Google </span>la combinación exacta &#8220;voto nulo&#8221; obtenemos 495 mil referencias. Con la combinación &#8220;voto blanco&#8221;, 363 mil referencias.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Desde mediados de junio, luego de la proposición del empresario <span style="font-weight: bold;">Alejandro Martí</span> mediante su organización <a title="México S.O.S." href="http://www.mexicosos.org/index2.php" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mexico S.O.S.</span></a> para promover el &#8220;voto comprometido&#8221; bajo el lema &#8220;mi voto por tu compromiso&#8221;, y con el cual conminó a los políticos mexicanos a signar ante notario público una lista de compromisos a cumplir a cambio del voto ciudadano, la primera combinación a la fecha de este artículo arroja 1,550 referencias, mientras la segunda arroja 151 mil referencias, haciendo notar un mayor uso de esa combinación en los materiales publicados en la Internet tanto en blogs, sitios, revistas, diarios, podcasts, etcétera, trátense de textos verbales o textos icónicos (imágenes e ilustraciones).<br />
Estas cifras, que nada tienen que ver con otras medidas como  vistas, visitas, clicks, contrastan con las de otra combinación: &#8220;voto diferenciado&#8221;, que arroja 4,160 referencias.</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Estos datos duros, fríos, no reflejan <span style="font-weight: bold;">el grado de confusión que el tema ha suscitado en la población mexicana</span> que no está distinguiendo los conceptos &#8220;voto blanco&#8221; y &#8220;voto nulo&#8221;, considerándolos equivalentes cuando en estricto y técnico sentido no lo son; ni clarifica el nivel de aprobación o rechazo del mismo. Sólo son indicios del interés que unas parejas de palabras tienen en la opinión pública durante un tiempo más o menos determinado.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A los anunciantes y publicistas esta información resulta útil al momento de contratar espacios publicitarios. Y a los editores de contenidos en la Internet y otros medios les sirve de guía para generar interés y tránsito hacia sus sitios mediante la fijación de etiquetas y categorías para la búsqueda. Pero para efectos comunicacionales y sociológicos, esta información no basta para profundizar en el trasfondo que encierra el interés por dichas palabras &#8220;voto&#8221;, &#8220;nulo&#8221;, &#8220;blanco&#8221;, &#8220;diferenciado&#8221; y &#8220;comprometido&#8221;. Son necesarios y obligados otros estudios más concienzudos que separen y observen por separado la incidencia de otros factores conceptuales y filtros de búsqueda. Las búsquedas que hemos hecho para este artículo no han utilizado ninguna clase de filtro, fuera del que implica el orden de las palabras, el uso de signos lógicos y el idioma.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">También <span style="font-weight: bold;">es importante considerar el origen y ubicación de la referencia</span>, pues no es lo mismo que una palabra aparezca en el cuerpo de un artículo, que este artículo sea reciente o antiguo, a que lo haga en el título del mismo.<br />
Google, sin duda el mejor buscador, aún con sus filtros, no discrimina. Es labor del investigador documental, del lector, del usuario de la Internet efectuar la discriminación y para eso son necesarios criterios que van más allá de la simple medición estadística. Hay que decir igualmente que semejantes datos no distinguen entre referencias comerciales (anuncios), referencias interactivas (vínculos y <span style="font-style: italic;">tracking</span>), menciones efímeras (<span style="font-style: italic;">twitter</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">facebook </span>y otros), y otras formas de referencialidad capaces de introducir sesgo involuntario.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Quien se entera mediante la carretera de la información ha de tener en cuenta estas minucias para no caer en <span style="font-weight: bold;">las trampas que encierra la formación de la opinión pública</span>. Existen muchos periodistas adoradores de las estadísticas que harían bien en volverse más metódicos  y críticos al momento de emplear estos datos para su labor informativa, de lo contrario seguirán abonando a la confusión y amplificando la espiral de ruido.</span></p>
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		<title>An Open Letter to Sonia Sotomayor</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>An Open Letter to Sonia Sotomayor</p> <p>by John Armor</p> <p>       Dear Sonia, May I call you Sonia?  We&#8217;ve just met but I feel I&#8217;ve known you forever, because of  your &#8220;compelling story.&#8221;  I&#8217;m an elderly, white male who&#8217;s a lawyer.  But wait, I&#8217;m not that dull and dismissible.  I&#8217;ve had my &#8220;story&#8221; moments.</p> <p>       [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>An Open Letter to Sonia Sotomayor</strong></p>
<p>by John Armor</p>
<p>       Dear Sonia, May I call you Sonia?  We&#8217;ve just met but I feel I&#8217;ve known you forever, because of  your &#8220;compelling story.&#8221;  I&#8217;m an elderly, white male who&#8217;s a lawyer.  But wait, I&#8217;m not that dull and dismissible.  I&#8217;ve had my &#8220;story&#8221; moments.</p>
<p>       Remember that psychologists&#8217; list of the ten worst things that can happen to a person?  Losing your job, or house, getting divorced, going bankrupt, facing death, burying a child.  You know, nasty stuff.  I&#8217;ve been through almost everything on that list, some more than once.  You pick yourself up and continue on as best you can.  Big whoop.</p>
<p>       Having a &#8220;story&#8221; does not qualify anyone for the Supreme Court (or other high offices).  Here are some examples.  There have been four men who fit the following definition: They were born in humble circumstances, far from the centers of power in their nations.  They suffered many losses and defeats in their early careers.  Still, each of them became the leaders of their nations at a time when their nations faced potentially fatal wars.</p>
<p>       In alphabetical order they were, Adolf Hitler, Abraham Lincoln, Benito Mussolini, and Joseph Stalin.   True, they are all dead white guys, but they were in all the papers.  Like theirs, your story proves that you are persistent.  But, like theirs, persistent in what purposes?<span id="more-5376"></span></p>
<p>       Can we chat about the Constitution for a bit?  It is our &#8220;supreme Law.&#8221;  Check out Article VI, paragraph 2.  And why must it be either the supreme law, or a nullity?  See Alexander Hamilton, Federalist 33.  I presume you know a little bit about other nations&#8217; constitutions.  Of the 186 with constitutions, a majority are dictatorships.  The men in charge control the courts, the legislatures, and alter or suspend their constitutions as they choose.</p>
<p>       Since you have a special concern for Hispanics and for &#8220;people of color,&#8221; surely you are aware of Hugo Chavez who has surmounted his constitution and is running Venezuela into the ground, or Robert Mugabe in Zimbabwe who has similar power and has utterly destroyed his once prosperous nation, with spates of murder thrown in.</p>
<p>       By the way, I am also a person of color.  The color is beige.  From what I see on TV, we&#8217;re about the same.</p>
<p>       The purpose of every constitution that actually works, as opposed to being mere window-dressing, is to restrain the branches of government within boundaries.  Congress, for instance, has the power to &#8220;make policy.&#8221;  See Article I generally, and Section 8 in particular.  Courts do not have that power.  It was sad to see the clip where you said they do, to law students at Duke.  Sadder still was the fact that these budding lawyers and occasional judges laughed knowingly at your remark.</p>
<p>       If you want to make policy, feel free to resign from the bench, run for Congress, and if you win, make policy morning, noon and night.  But you have no right to keep your gavel and black robe, remain on the bench, and trample the Constitution when you feel an urge to make policy.</p>
<p>       Thomas Jefferson said it best in the Kentucky Resolutions of 1798: &#8220;let no more be heard of confidence in man, but bind him down from mischief by the chains of the constitution,&#8221; Don&#8217;t get your knickers in a twist over &#8220;man&#8221; meaning everyone, women included.  It&#8217;s just a literary convention, like Neil Armstrong stepping on the Moon, &#8220;One giant leap for mankind,&#8221;</p>
<p>       The first task of any Justice of the Supreme Court is to know the Constitution, including the Amendment Article which gives the power to alter that document only to the sovereign people through elected representatives.  The next task is to obey that Constitution.  The third is to require parties in cases before the Court, to obey the Constitution</p>
<p>       You seem to have a problem with all three of those.  That means that after you are sworn in, you will set out to violate your oath of office, repeatedly.  If you really wanted to serve the nation and the Constitution, you&#8217;d withdraw your nomination, resign from the bench, and spend a year or so studying why the United States Constitution has survived longer than any other, and why the others have failed.</p>
<p>       You are not alone in your ignorance.  The President who appointed you, and the Senators who will probably vote to confirm, share your basic ignorance about why we have a Constitution and what that means.</p>
<p>       Ah, well.  Write when you get work.</p>
<p>       Cordially,</p>
<p>       John</p>
<p><strong><a rel="attachment wp-att-2066" href="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/2009/02/the-silence-of-snow/john-armor-photo/"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-2066" title="john-armor-photo" src="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/wp-content/uploads/john-armor-photo-150x150.jpg" alt="john-armor-photo" width="150" height="150" /></a>About the Author: John Armor practiced law in the Supreme Court for 33 years.  He now lives on the Eastern Continental Divide in the Blue Ridge of North Carolina.  </strong><a href="mailto:John_Armor@aya.yale.edu"><strong>John_Armor@aya.yale.edu</strong></a></p>
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		<title>Racism- When Things Stay the Same</title>
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		<dc:creator>Minnette Coleman</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Imagine growing up in a privileged environment where your skin color, your ancestry, your hair texture was never a part of how you made friends and influenced people. You were at the top of your class because you were the best, not because of affirmative action or the fact that your father made the most money. Your first job was for twice the average salary of a fresh college graduate because the people that your skills were exceptional. You thought the world as they put it was your oyster. Pearls lined all roads for you.</p>
<p>As you climbed the ladder of success you fell in love with someone equally inspiring. Happy to have a soulmate both socially and intellectually you got married and your husband&#8217;s top of the heap job took you south where you were accpeted by his loving family and friends. All was well until you discovered overnight something that you never noticed before- you are black.<span id="more-5195"></span></p>
<p>The first time you walk into the store and don&#8217;t get waited on because there are white customers ahead of you, you are shocked and whisper to your husband &#8221;Is this for real?&#8221; He assures you that it is and has been for his entire history. People of another color actually say racist things and then give you a little disconcerting smile. They don&#8217;t use the n word they just use years of experience putting down people of your color and making them feel uncomfortable. Your family in the Midwest or north may have  found a way to sanction the freedom that comes from not looking at color, but these people who are taunting you come from generations of racists prepared to run you out or town by any means necessary.</p>
<p>And to make matters worse many of those that profess this racial hatred work under you. They do not care that the &#8216;colored girl&#8217; is the boss. White is right, is might. For them these things stay the same.</p>
<p>The people that hired you know you are qualified and the best person for the job. The board of directors is happy with your performance as well as the fact that they can brag on having integrated their executive offices without having to &#8216;stoop&#8217; as they like to put it to affirmative action. You deserve this job but not as far as the people under you are concerned. They do not want a boss of color, they do not want to admit that besides not being a member of their race you are smarter than they are. They do not want to relinquish their modern hold of ancient rituals. Rituals that suggest that a person of color not matter the position is not worthy or deserving of any means of hierarchy. These are the same people who band together against movies where Morgan Freeman plays God, or suggest that Obama is anti-American because of his name, or find the only value in Halle Berry&#8217;s beauty is her being half white.</p>
<p>You cannot go home to mama and daddy and cry how hard it is to live under this kind of racist pressure because they fought it all before. They have suffered far worse then a little name calling. Their hope, however,was that you wouldn&#8217;t have to. Your desire not to dissapoint them overweighs your fear of what you might find next on your desk: a miniature noose, a picture of tar baby with your name beneath it, or your designer purse that is not a knockoff like your assistant secretary&#8217;s slashed but not totally destroyed. Your head hurts, your heart hurts, being black hurts for the first time in your life.</p>
<p>But you get to do what your parents couldn&#8217;t do before you. You walk into your office and call a meeting of all your staff, ie all your opponents. What you have on your side that your mama and daddy didn&#8217;t have back in the day is the companies human resources department and the law. Once each of the culprits is in place you pull out your bag of tricks. You lay on the table the physical evidence of their subterfuge, then you make an announcement. It is simple, it is plain but it gets their attention. You remember this from marketing: less is always more. You tell them as you point to their weapons: &#8220;This stops today.&#8221; Where they have generations of racist ways you have generations of strength and fortitude. Those who came before you tried to fix this path that you must travel but it seems some of the stones still need to be cemented into the walk of freedom. Those who work under you will not immediately understand that their behavior merits consequences that are dire. They probably don&#8217;t believe that you will file harassment charges or that you can have them fired for not doing their job. After all you are black and even with that man in the head office of this country, they don&#8217;t believe you have any power.</p>
<p>As long as you can think past evil, as long as you know what is right you have power over those who would seek to destroy you. I have told more than one person in my life that it would behove them never to make the &#8216;you people&#8217; speech around me again. That&#8217;s all I had to say. No threats of legal action, no threats at all. I knew my rights and my power and I wanted just to do my job without being called names or having the burden of racism in my way. These things have not changed for the young people who we told knowledge is power. They are shocked at how employees not always of a different era respond to them. They are being taught not to retreat behind the shock of overt cynicism. The jobs they get and deserve are not always about filling quotas but hiring the right person. If they are that person they suddenly find themselves fighting to prove it after years of making exceptional grades and working exceptionally hard to get to the top. Sometimes it is lonely up there. Sometimes in the deep south as well as deep in the hearts of many it is racist.</p>
<p>At this moment I am a witness as I visit the south to the anguish of that young person who went south and took the world&#8217;s greatest job and got treated like a house slave. I know a few too many in this position as I write. &#8220;This stops today&#8221;  should be your battle cry. And stand behind it. Know that harrassment is illegal and that no one wants to loose their job in this economy. Show them why you were hired, why you are the right person for the position. Also show them that you are free of their tyranny.</p>
<p>That should start today too.</p>
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		<title>The War on Our Southern Border</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alan Caruba</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The War on Our Southern Border By Alan Caruba</p> <p>Among the latest news out of Mexico was the discovery of four U.S. citizens found in a van, strangled, beaten and stabbed in the border city of Tijuana. The victims, ages 19 to 21, were two men and two women from San Diego and Chula [...]]]></description>
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<div class="post-body entry-content"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336593928010727554" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 151px; float: right; height: 200px; cursor: hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mpd1ozuoa64/Sg9j5y2WAII/AAAAAAAAAww/S_g3ZO84rKk/s200/US+%26+Mexican+Flags.+jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" />By Alan Caruba</p>
<p>Among the latest news out of Mexico was the discovery of four U.S. citizens found in a van, strangled, beaten and stabbed in the border city of Tijuana. The victims, ages 19 to 21, were two men and two women from San Diego and Chula Vista areas.</p>
<p>In 2008, 6,292 Mexicans were killed in the drug wars between the drug cartels. In the first eight weeks of 2009, there were already a thousand casualties, some of them beheaded. By way of comparison, in six years of war in Iraq, this exceeds U.S. losses by more than three thousand.</p>
<p>In mid-March, however, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Nancy Pelosi, third in the line of succession to lead the nation, told a crowd of legal and illegal Hispanics that enforcement of federal or even local laws regarding immigration is “un-American.” She called the illegal aliens in the audience, “very, very patriotic.”</p>
<p>No, Madame Speaker, the patriotic, indeed the constitutionally responsible thing to do is to enforce the laws of the nation. You even took an oath of office to do so.</p>
<p>It is an open secret in Washington, D.C., that Obama and his fellow Democrat travelers in Congress want to push through an amnesty in order to increase the number of voters likely to support Democrats in coming elections. Congress has a short memory and no doubt has conveniently forgotten the firestorm of protest that erupted when the Bush administration attempted the same thing.<span id="more-5157"></span></p>
<p>President Obama’s proposed budget cancels plans to extend the border fence along the U.S.-Mexican border beyond the 670 miles already completed or planned. That leaves 1,277 miles open. In addition, the budget would end payments to states and communities to cover the cost of jailing illegal immigrants.</p>
<p>Sooner or later, some innocent American bystanders in downtown Tucson or any other American city are going to get caught in a hail of bullets as Mexican narco gangs exchange fire in a territorial dispute. Then Americans will demand action. You may recall that was the feeling right after 9/11 in 2001.</p>
<p>When I say “territorial dispute” I am referring to the network of American cities in which these gangs are currently operating. In April 2008, the Justice Department reported that Mexican drug cartels represent “the largest threat to both citizens and law enforcement agencies in this country and now have gang members in nearly 200 U.S. cities.”</p>
<p>Obama’s response to this was a promise to reduce gun sales that end up across the border and I believe him because we are already witnessing efforts to take away everyone’s guns. While calling for tougher border security, Obama so far is doing nothing beyond the management of a U.S.-Mexico agreement forged during the Bush administration.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, his Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, is saying stupid things to blame America for the chaos of Mexico, claiming that American “is at least as responsible as Mexico for the violent drug wars…” No, we are not responsible for Mexico’s endemic corruption and its failure to crack down on the drug cartels many years ago.</p>
<p>Forgive me if I have little confidence in any real action being taken by Obama’s new director of Homeland Security, Janet Napolitano. When she was Governor of Arizona, she called out the National Guard to back up the Border Patrol, but essentially had them man desks. It was a serious waste of man power by all accounts. Currently she is calling for more motion sensors and aerial surveillance to spot those entering the nation illegally. That’s just a bad joke.</p>
<p>If the U.S. wants to avoid an all-out border war with the narco cartels, it needs to put up one very high fence along the 1,947 miles we share.</p>
<p>I have even less confidence in the Mexican government to deal with the narco gangs. It isn’t like they’re not trying. Meeting with George Bush in 2007, the president of Mexico, Felipe Calderon, asked for help to fight the gangs and to his credit, he has been making a serious effort, deploying thousands of police and military, but at a terrific cost to their lives. It is, in the very truest sense of the word, a war.</p>
<p>Mexico’s drug war is closing in on becoming Obama’s “Iraq”; a war not so much of choice as one that is integral to our national security.</p>
<p>This is not an exaggeration. In December, Four-Star general (ret.) Barry McCaffrey and former national drug czar said that Mexico is on the verge of becoming a narco-state. An Adjunct Professor of International Affairs at West Point, McCaffrey released a report that predicted Mexico will be in control of the narco gangs within a decade. “Chronic drug consumption in Mexico has doubled since 2002 as has cocaine use, while U.S. cocaine consumption has dropped by 70% in the past two decades. An estimated 5% of the Mexican population now consumes illegal drugs.”</p>
<p>Fully 90% of all U.S. cocaine use transits through Mexico and it is also a dominant source of methamphetamine production for the U.S. market.</p>
<p>All this is occurring while Speaker Pelosi is encouraging illegal immigration and denouncing enforcement of our laws to prevent it.</p>
<p>All this is occurring as the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agency has released a report that border gangs were becoming increasingly ruthless, targeting rivals, along with federal, state and local police. Citing a dramatic rise in border violence over the past three years, it called it “an unprecedented surge.”</p>
<p>“Good fences make good neighbors” says the famous Robert Frost poem, Mending Wall, but a vastly increased border patrol and other steps are needed now to ensure the safety of Americans everywhere within the nation. It must be coupled with a renewed and vigorous effort to thwart the influx and to encourage as many of the estimated twelve million illegals living among us to return home.</p>
<p>Editor’s Note: One of the best websites for information about this problem is <a href="http://www.borderfirereport.net/"><span style="color: #000066;">http://www.borderfirereport.net/</span></a><span style="color: #000066;">. </span>I recommend you bookmark and visit it to gain the insight and information necessary to demand congressional and White House action.</div>
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		<dc:creator>Antonio de la Vega</dc:creator>
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<p>Recientemente recibí el correo de un familiar acerca de la epidemia de <strong>INFLUENZA en México</strong>. Enseguida lo anoto y luego añado algunas precisiones que bien cabe aclarar. Sirva este texto a modo de aportación.</p>
<h2><span style="color: #ff0000;">LA CARTA</span></h2>
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<div><em>Hola a todos.</em></div>
<p><em>Seguramente ya tdos están informados de la epidemia nacional de influenza que estamos viviendo. Tengo una tía trabajando en el Instituto Nacional de Rehabilitacion que acaba de llamarnos por teléfono para ponernos al tanto de que NO es una epidemia de influenza, es un virus que se encuentra suspendio en el medio ambiente SUMAMENTE PELIGROSO. Siguen desconociendo el orígen, pero los síntomas son un malestar general en el cuerpo, cuerpo cortado, dolores de cabeza fuertes, irritación en los ojos y mucho ardor, estos síntomas se presentan uno o dos días y después se acompañan de un fuerte dolor en uno o en ambos pulmones. En el Instituto además de innumerables muertes de pacientes, han muerto ya 10 médicos, y están hospitalizados 2 médicos de 25 años. El hospital Juárez (uno de los más grandes de la ciudad de México) está cerrado por cuarentena. Es un virus tan fuerte que los síntomas se presentan uno o dos días y si no es atendido de emergencia es mortal en TODOS LOS CASOS. Los médicos suponen que es una mutación de la gripe aviar por sus características. Desde luego, el gobierno no quiere dar a conocer tal información para no crear pánico, pero es una realidad. Las clases ya se suspendieron, el presidente acaba de cancelar su gira. Esto no ocurre a menos que haya una causa de fuerza mayor para que se lleve a cabo.<span id="more-4646"></span></p>
<p><strong>MEDIDAS DE PREVENCIÓN</strong></p>
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<li><em>No salir a lugares públicos a menos que sea una emergencia</em></li>
<li><em>En caso de tener que salir a la calle, utilizar cubrebocas TODO  EL TIEMPO</em></li>
<li><em>No saludar a nadie ni de mano, mucho menos de beso.</em></li>
<li><em>Cargar una botellita de alcohol y constantemente desinfectar con el las manos y boca, como si fuera crema, no secarlo.</em></li>
<li><em>Evitar comer en lugares en los que preparen la comida, pues se tiene contacto físico con ella (restaurantes, fast food, etc.) Preparar todo en casa y si no es posible consumir solamente alimentos en lata.</em></li>
<li><em>Hervir 20 minutos el agua (incluso el agua embotellada)</em></li>
<li><em>Al presentar cualquiera de los síntomas CORRER a un hospital, no a un particular ni consultorio, a un HOSPITAL.</em></li>
<li><em>En verdad nada de esto es imposible, hagámoslo todos y circulen esta información con todos sus contactos. Si alguien tiene más información haganla circular, porque evidentemente este tipo de información tan confidencial también se filtra.</em></li>
<li><em>A los que tengan hijos creen conciencia en ellos, pues las clases se suspendieron para evitar que los niños esten reunidos y hacer más grande el problema, si no hay clases NO LES PERMITAN SALIR A LUGARES PÚBLICOS. Y circulen esta información con otros padres de familia.</em></li>
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<div><em>Espero tomemos conciencia y llevemos a cabo estas sencillas medidas preventivas.</em></div>
<p><em>Saludos!</p>
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<h2><span style="color: #ff0000;">LA CONTESTACIÓN</span><em><br />
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<p>No me gusta llevar la contraria, pero estimo necesario hacer algunas aclaraciones respecto a lo anotado en el correo, sobre todo porque su contenido, más que informar alarma, y eso hoy es lo que menos necesita la población, que se la desinforme y se la alarme.</p>
<p>De acuerdo con las autoridades del Centro de Operaciones de Infectología (no recuerdo exactamente su denominación) de la <strong>Secretaría de Salubridad del gobierno de México</strong>, así como con las contrapartes de la <strong>Organización Mundial de la Salud</strong> y epidemiólogos de Canadá y E.E.U.U. que han venido a México para el caso, es forzoso desvelar algunos mitos y temores que se han creado alrededor del asunto.</p>
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<li><strong>SÍ </strong>se trata en efecto de un nuevo virus. Es una cepa nueva del virus de <strong>INFLUENZA PORCINA</strong>. Este virus ya había ocasionado casos aislados de enfermedad y muerte en Asia y E.E.U.U. hacia los años ochenta.</li>
<li><strong>NO </strong>es el virus de <strong>INFLUENZA AVIAR</strong> que ocasionó muchas muertes y enfermos en Asia a comienzos del siglo.</li>
<li>En tanto <strong>nueva cepa del virus de INFLUENZA PORCINA, esta se caracteriza por estar recombinada genéticamente con el virus de INFLUENZA ESTACIONAL de los humanos. </strong>Para esta segunda existe una vacuna que cada dos o tres años debe ser repantentada porque el virus muta muy rápidamente volviéndose más complejo y resistente. Para el primero no existe vacuna, pero sí existen dos antivirales a los que es susceptible y que lo pueden curar. Esta vacuna no es de ayuda, al menos hasta donde se sabe, para el caso que nos ocupa.</li>
<li><strong>ES UNA ENFERMEDAD CURABLE</strong>, siempre y cuando sea debidamente diagnosticada y tratada dentro de las primeras 72 del contagio. Es muy posible que haya casos de autoinmunidad y que no requieran tratamiento específico. Los casos extremos que conllevan la muerte son los que importan más a los científicos porque, desafortunadamente para los deudos, esos son los casos de los que se aprende más acerca de la etiología (comportamiento) de la enfermedad.</li>
<li>El virus tarda de 3 a 5 días en incubarse y manifestar los primeros <strong>SÍNTOMAS </strong>ya muy mentados: dolor de cabeza intenso, temperaturas superiores a 39 grados centígrados o equivalente en Fahrenheit.</li>
<li>En sí mismo no es mortal, son las condiciones del paciente las que pueden derivar en complicaciones respiratorias, por lo mismo quienes corren más riesgos son las personas fumadoras, los que por algún tratamiento o enfermedad severa tienen disminuídas sus defensas, las personas asmáticas o con problemas respiratorios, las mujeres en estado de gravidez, los niños y los ancianos.</li>
<li>El virus no puede ser transporatado por el aire y no se sabe a ciencia cierta si es transmisible por picadura de mosquito como ocurre con otros virus similares. La más eficiente forma de contagio es el contacto directo con superficies contaminadas con el virus y enseguida, el tacto sobre mucosas corporales vía ojos, nariz o boca. De ahí que la clave para el control sanitario sea la <strong>HIGIENE </strong>y el <strong>ASEO GENERAL</strong>. Lavarse manos y cara con regular frecuencia. Sobre todo las manos. Restringir el contacto físico es importante, pero no determinante. <strong>NO ESCUPIR EN LA CALLE</strong>, aunque dura poco tiempo en el ambiente, el virus puede esparcirse así con regular facilidad. Además esta es una FEA COSTUMBRE.</li>
<li>De todos los casos reportados, más de mil, sólo un reducido porcentaje de alrededor de 15% ha resultado mortal y se ha confirmado como causa la presencia del virus mencionado de INFLUENZA PORCINA en su nueva cepa. El resto ha presentado INFLUENZA ESTACIONAL, NEUMONÍA (probable complicación) o INSUFICIENCIA RESPIRATORIA (problable complicación). Por lo que están muchos casos investigándose, incluso a los familiares que pudieren ser portadores.</li>
<li><strong>Para el mejor control de la epidemia, LOS VIAJES HAN DE SER RESTRINGIDOS</strong> a menos que sean de fundamental importancia. <strong>LAS FRONTERAS NO HAN DE CERRARSE, ES INNECESARIO</strong>. Esto obedece a que entre menos se movilice la población, más control habrá sobre los mecanismos de transmisión y contagio. Pero no tiene por qué paralizarse la vida del país, salvo en aquellas actividades que supongan un alto riesgo o foco de contagio, como son las escuelas, los centros de multitudes. De aquí que el PRESIDENTE Felipe Calderón o Perico De Los Palotes cancele sus viajes y giras si no son de vital importancia.</li>
<li>Automedicarse no sirve de nada. Tampoco los complementos nutricionales son de ayuda para la prevención, sólo la HIGIENE Y EL ASEO, repito. El uso de tapabocas es una ayuda de menor eficiencia porque apunta a una forma de transmisión poco eficiente como lo es la aérea, pero ayuda a prevenir el contagio. Si no se quiere usar el tapabocas, basta guardar una distancia un poco mayor a 50 cm con las otras personas. El virus no puede viajar, no camina (no tiene patas), no vuela, y no puede ser transportado por el aíre más lejos de esa distancia pues no sobrevive ni se enquista.</li>
<li>Es verdad que se sabe muy poco sobre el nuevo virus y por lo mismo cualquier medida de prevención por exagerada que parezca no está de más, pero eso no es motivo para ALARMAR a la población. Y esto va también para mantenerse alerta sobre el tono con que los medios de comunicación de tendencia amarillista dan las noticias.</li>
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<p>Entonces, a reserva de estar atentos a las informaciones y las novedades, no ganamos nada con entrar en pánico. Los avances de la ciencia y la civilización están de nuestro lado. La clave está en dos puntales: <strong>HIGIENE Y COMUNICACIÓN EFICIENTES.</strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Para mantener a nuestros lectores informados habremos de dar un giro a estas colaboraciones y, sin perder el estilo planteado, ponerlos al día con regular frecuencia acerca de lo que acontece alrededor de este importante tema de interés público mundial.</span><br />
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		<dc:creator>Antonio de la Vega</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Prudencia, timidez, lentitud pueden ser los motores que impulsen a "Hablar sin interrupción". Durante la próxima visita del presidente Obama a México, espero que estas tres "virtudes" sostengan al diálogo y proyecten no ya nada más dos países o dos gobiernos, sino dos grupos humanos... [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4><em>por José Antonio de la Vega</em></h4>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Un poco tímido y lento en <strong>nuestros primeros contactos</strong>&#8230; Tal vez sería mejor decir prudente.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">He estado leyendo con suficiente atención algunos de los artículos publicados aquí así como los comentarios a algunos de ellos. De un lado como del otro me sorprenden las chispas de <strong>genialidad</strong>. Y utilizo a propósito esta palabra por lo que implica tanto de talento, inteligencia y don, como de carácter y personalidad.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Aquí y allá veo en el despliegue lingüístico una preocupación a todas luces cultural que tiene su punto de partida en la <strong>actitud</strong>. Por ejemplo, la que se tiene ya para escribir un blog como para leerlo.<span id="more-3435"></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">No faltan quienes con cierto espanto aducen en quienes escribimos este tipo de colaboraciones, ya sea en espacios propios o ajenos, una fuerte dosis de egocentrismo, y acusan molestia y critican por tal obviedad. ¡He dicho obviedad! Sí. Díganme un sólo escritor en la historia de la humanidad que no haya escrito con un mínimo de vanidad. ¿Algún periodista? Incluso aquellos que se las dan de redentores flamígeros de la humanidad dispuestos al sacrificio para señalar los errores, las fallas, denunciar los crímenes no son mejores que los mismos que señalan. Si algo aprendimos con <strong>Victor Hugo</strong> o <strong>Hemingway </strong>o <strong>Arturo Pérez-Reverte</strong> es que la miseria humana no le es ajena a ninguno de nosotros, empezando por nosotros mismos.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Esto que aquí apunto provocadoramente vale de igual manera para otros niveles de comunicación (pues de eso hablo, de formas de comunicar). E<strong>l lenguaje encierra tanto nuestras riquezas como nuestras miserias</strong>. ¿Qué es lo que cada cual encuentra en su fundamento expresivo?</p>
<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 182px"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UE1fFFSm53g/SHvi-7aRBZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/neEeiHL-BKA/s320/memin+pinguin+-+obama.jpg" alt="Toda caricatura resalta los rasgos más notables del personaje o persona a quien se refiere. ¡No culpen al dibujante!" width="172" height="184" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Toda caricatura resalta los rasgos más notables del objeto o persona que retrata con humor. ¡No culpen al dibujante!</p></div>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Pongamos una palabra que generó polémica diplomática hace unos años entre <strong>México </strong>y <strong>Estados Unidos de Norteamérica</strong>: &#8220;negro&#8221;, luego de que en mi país se emitiera una estampilla conmemorativa con la efigie de un personaje culturalmente, folclóricamente entrañable como es <strong>Memín Pinguín</strong>, un lindo pequeñito de origen afroamericano, travieso, ingenuo, noble y de grandes sentimientos hacia sus congéneres. ¿Cómo debe ser usada esta palabra? ¿Cómo debo denominar a unas sensuales medias de ese color? ¿Cómo debo distinguir los frijoles negros de los bayos o las alubias? ¿Es que la fotografía blanco y negro no contiene este extremo del espectro y sólo debo ver las imágenes como escalas de grises? Y lo mismo aplicaría para la palabra &#8220;blanco&#8221;, o la palabra &#8220;amarillo&#8221; y tantas otras más que <strong>los seres humanos hemos cargado de significados peyorativos en el afán de hacer de la discriminación un pecado y por ello caminar por el tortuoso sendero metafórico que lleva a la construcción de eufemismos ramplones</strong>. ¿Por qué nos duele tanto llamarle al viejo, viejo; o al tonto, tonto. Es verdad que no podemos andar por la vida usando a mansalva las palabras, insensiblemente, sin considerar su peso específico en el ánimo de las personas y el poder que pueden ejercer sobre la autoestima individual o de pueblos enteros. Pero tampoco podemos estar cancelándolas, borrándolas por torpe temor al qué dirán. Al pan lo llamo pan, pero también hogaza y también migaja; y tan valioso es el primero como el último, milagros aparte, cuando de hambre se trata.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Aclaro, antes de que se me vengan encima los azorados, antes de que se sienta ofendido nadie. Yo no soy discriminador, pero discrimino. Me explico mejor. Soy capaz de convivir con casi cualquiera, respetando credo, color de tez, idioma, filiación política, preferencia sexual, condición económica, pero aún así discrimino. <strong>¡Escándalo!</strong> No para el que siga las próximas consideraciones.</p>
<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 174px"><img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:dwbQ2MWxRRgmdM:http://monosherrera.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/frijoles.jpg" alt="B1: When you eat gringo beans, the wind smell like Chanel. B2: What elegance!" width="164" height="118" /><p class="wp-caption-text">B1: When eats &quot;gringo&quot; beans, winds smell like Chanel. B2: What elegance!</p></div>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Remitiéndome a <strong></strong><strong>Platón, las palabras existen y se inventaron para nombrar y, nos guste o no, al nombrar naturalmente discriminamos</strong>; es decir, separamos lo grato de lo ingrato, lo aceptado de lo inaceptado, lo noble de lo innoble, lo constructivo de lo destructivo, y así sucesivamente. La clave está en los principios sobre los que se establece la selección. Cuando se van a preparar los frijoles, sin importar su color y por lo tanto su especie, lo primero que se hace es limpiarlos de polvo y paja. Se extrae lo nocivo y se mantiene lo sustancioso. Hacemos lo mismo con el ser humano, aunque parezca inhumano y nos moleste sobremanera cuando se practica en nuestra persona. Se hace al contratar empleados, al arrestar criminales, al elegir pareja, al integrar grupos de amigos. ¿Pues qué no se supone que todos somos iguales, que tenemos derechos y obligaciones inalienables, que todos deberíamos tener las mismas oportunidades? La verdad, por lo menos hasta ahora, es que no. En un sentido filosófico, sí; pero en el nivel más mundano en que nos revolvemos todos, no. ¿Esto está bien; mal?</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">No creo ser nadie para decir si está bien o mal. Sucede. ¿Se puede modificar? Creo que sí. ¿Cómo? Mediante el adecuado y correcto conocimiento intercultural. Pero a veces es necesario tirar las fronteras, tensarlas para que esto ocurra.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Estados Unidos de Norteamérica (pongo el nombre completo, porque también mi país es Estados Unidos Mexicanos oficialmente, al igual que muchas otras federaciones, así que sólo Estados Unidos a secas ya es tramposa y hegemónicamente confuso). Perdón por la digresión.</p>
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<dd>¿Cómo describir a Obama?</dd>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong>EUA</strong>, decía, ahora presume un presidente negro, porque es una novedad para ese país, aunque no lo es para otros. <strong>Bolivia </strong>ostenta, aunque algunos no les parezca, un presidente indígena y varias mujeres han llegado al máximo poder. ¿Son señales de que nos estamos igualando? ¿O son señales de carácter revanchista?</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">¿El <strong>presidente Obama</strong> y su esposa se ofenden si se les indica su color? ¿Qué vale más, la superficie o el trasfondo? Definitivamente lo segundo. <strong>En una época cuando las investigaciones sobre el genóma humano nos han restregado en las narices que el concepto de raza no sólo es caduco sino estúpido por inaplicable, siendo que todos tenemos herencia de todos en mayor o menor medida, y que no existe la pureza de ningún tipo, ¿por qué insistimos en tirantar las fronteras culturales?</strong> Si es por credo, ¿acaso no estamos todos de acuerdo en que Dios sólo hay uno, independientemente del nombre que se le ponga? Me apresuro a contestar en mi calidad de agnóstico, los ateos dirán que no, ni existe. Pero más de un filósofo y científico hoy, con los avances experimentados ya dudan, y es de sentido común que por lo menos existe en el nombre, lo cual es ya mucho decir y a los mismos ateos les permite hablar de la inexistencia de &#8220;Dios&#8221;.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Las palabras, en sus variadas formas y manifestaciones idiomáticas, tienen vida porque representan el cúmulo de nuestras experiencias, tanto positivas como negativas. <strong>La contradicción cultural más que suponer un vano enfrentamiento debería mostrarnos que el otro simple y llanamente nos complementa</strong>. Quien vive en el desierto, no por eso carece de léxico para referirse al bosque; y viceversa, quien habita la selva no deja de pensar en la carestía que viene con las secas.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Si uno mira el mundo a traves de ojos azules, no es porque su punto de vista sea más prístino que el de quien mira a través de ojos negros, o de quienes han sido cegados por el infortunio.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Hace poco el <strong>presidente Obama</strong> conminó al gobierno iraní a aflojar la tensión en las relaciones. Lo deseable es que sea bilateralmente, porque si algo a cualquiera le resulta odioso es que le digan: &#8220;ven, vamos a jugar a la pelota, pero como soy el dueño de la pelota yo impongo las reglas&#8221;. Valiente juego y valiente jugador. En un mundo globalizado ya no deberían de caber las pretensiones coptadoras, colonialistas, imperialistas. <strong>Que uno tenga más que otro no hace a ese uno mejor que el otro. </strong>Y ojalá lo entiendan quienes ahora se debaten sobre las formas como debe modificarse la doctrina capitalista, sobre las reglas que deben regular al mercado. Lo que hemos estado viendo caer estruendosamente es el capitalismo real, la contraparte del socialismo real que cayó en los noventas.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">La tensión fronteriza entre <strong>México </strong>y <strong>EUA </strong>por causa del combate al narcotráfico no abona a la solución del problema. Aunque parezca inconcebible, <strong>la defensa a ultranza de los principios, más que promover el entendimiento exacerba los ánimos, y nuevas formas de discriminación se coluden con el miedo hasta la paranoia</strong>.</p>
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<dd>Infundir terror es una forma de terrorismo, y para eso bastan las palabras</dd>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">No viajo fuera de mi país porque,  además de no tener suficiente dinero, aunque comprensibles en su fundamento de seguridad, me parecen deleznables por humillantes muchas de las medidas precautorias y persecutorias implementadas (anglicismo) por los gobiernos. <strong>Si algo me aterra más que el terrorismo, es la necia incomprensión y la petulancia cultural que llevan a extremismos groseros y dolorosos. El olvido del ser humano de que infundir terror es una forma de terrorismo, y para eso bastan las palabras.</strong> Bastante nos humilla la naturaleza y aún así nos creemos mejor que ella.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">En fin, prudencia, timidez, lentitud pueden ser los motores que impulsen a &#8220;Hablar sin interrupción&#8221;. Durante la próxima visita del <strong>presidente Obama</strong> a <strong>México</strong>, espero que estas tres &#8220;virtudes&#8221; sostengan al diálogo y proyecten no ya nada más dos países o dos gobiernos, sino dos grupos humanos bien <em>dis-criminados</em> no por su vecindad, sino por sus coincidencias. Ah, y quien esté libre de culpa, ¡que arroje el primer frijol negro!</p>
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		<dc:creator>Antonio de la Vega</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[... Mi interés particular es sentar el precedente para que los lectores anglosajones se acerquen más a la cultura latina, la comprendan cabalmente y, por otra parte y viceversa, que los lectores hispanohablantes reconozcan el potencial de sus culturas... [...]]]></description>
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<dd class="wp-caption-dd">Antonio de la Vega en su estudio</dd>
<p>First of all, greetings to all the viewers and curious persons and readers of this peculiar magazine.</p>
<p>Decidí comenzar esta primera entrega con un inglés masticado por simple cortesía y agradecimient, no sólo hacia el editor que ha tenido a bien invitarme a participar en este espacio, sino de modo especial hacia los que serán los potenciales lectores de estos textos o <em>posts </em>(para emplear la jerga bloguera). El agradecimiento también se extiende por el hecho de la apertura del editor, <strong>Bob Grant</strong>, al aceptar la propuesta de incluir un autor como un servidor que publique en español. ¿La finalidad? Atender mediante este medio a un público más amplio, internacional e intercultural.</p>
<p>No es la primera vez que escribo un artículo intitulado &#8220;A modo de presentación&#8221;, ni creo que vaya a ser la última. ¿Qué pretenderé con las palabras vertidas aquí? Primero que nada intentaré <strong>atraer la atención de los lectores bilingües</strong> sobre un fenómeno comunicativo interesante que cada vez cobra mayor relevancia en la <em>Internet</em>: <strong>la competencia lingüística como reflejo del intercambio cultural</strong>.<span id="more-2929"></span></p>
<p>Siendo este medio de origen anglosajón, no deja de ser azas interesante que el español cada día va cobrando mayor fuerza entre las formas expresivas ancladas en la <em>web</em>.</p>
<p><strong>El español</strong>, complejo, variado y rico, es un idioma sumamente flexible, siempre dispuesto en su ejercicio cotidiano y más que otros idiomas a nutrirse de conceptos, vocablos, pronunciaciones, sonidos prestados de los usos y abusos propios y ajenos. Eso entre otras muchas cosas es lo que hace <strong>un soporte robusto; si no el más, uno de los más robustos del mundo</strong>. Pero no podemos olvidar que el inglés, más pragmático y escueto en sus construcciones semánticas, también es un idioma muy flexible desde antaño, y prueba de ello es que mientras en el español algunas desinencias, raíces y derivaciones etimológicas se han perdido aparentemente, en el inglés se conservan casi intactas. Aquí mismo han podido atestiguar el empleo de palabras propias del inglés.</p>
<p>¿Cuál será entonces concretamente la propuesta que podrás encontrar en mis entregas, amable lector? Una capaz, espero, de atraer tu atención. El examen, tan exahustivo como sea posible y con ayuda tuya, de las tensiones y distensiones entre el inglés y el español mediante la Internet. No con el afán de <strong>confrontar dos culturas</strong>, sino <strong>con la intención de destacar y enfatizar las aportaciones mutuas</strong>; y esto no sólo en el aspecto lingüístico e idiomático.</p>
<p>Mi interés particular es sentar el precedente para que los lectores anglosajones se acerquen más a la cultura latina, la comprendan cabalmente y, por otra parte y viceversa, que los <strong>lectores hispanohablantes reconozcan el potencial de sus culturas</strong>. Lo menciono en plural porque la civilización latina (parafraseando a Huntington) es no nada más diversa sino en extremo dinámica. Así, en vez de insuflar ánimos xenofóbicos, pienso que acercándonos mediante la palabra podremos hallar las coincidencias que simplemente nos hacen seres humanos, más allá del color de la tez, de las costumbres, de los sistemas políticos, económicos, ideológicos y un largo etcétera.</p>
<p>En <strong>México, mi tierra, </strong>existe un adjetivo que se usa con ánimo despectivo y que describe a las personas que rinden pleitesía al extranjero en desmedro de la propia idiosincracia. Este término es &#8220;malinchista&#8221; en recordatorio de la labor considerada por algunos como nociva que jugó <strong>Malintzin </strong>(en lengua nahua) o <strong>Malinche </strong>(castellanizado), la mujer totonaca que sirvió al conquistador <strong>Hernán Cortés</strong> de intérprete con los restantes pueblos aborígenes de <strong>Mesoamérica</strong>. Desafortunadamente el lado emotivo muchas veces pesa más que el intelectual y quienes emplean semejante término para descalificar a determinadas personas pasan desapercibido que Malintzin también fue el gran amor de la vida de Cortés, a quien le dio un hijo que luego, durante el período colonial jugó un papel importante hacia la era de los virreinatos.</p>
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<dt class="wp-caption-dt"><img class="size-medium wp-image-2931" src="http://www.speakwithoutinterruption.com/site/wp-content/uploads/miscelanea-206-300x198.jpg" alt="Un apretón de manos" width="300" height="198" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Un apretón de manos</p></div>
<p>Así, saludos a todos quienes han llegado pacientemente a esta línea, a este párrafo y, seguro de sus comentarios, críticas, sugerencias temáticas, dudas e inquietudes, me pongo desde hoy también a sus órdenes desde este espacio aparte de los que conforman mi propia revista sui generis (<a title="Indicios Magazín-e" href="http://indiciosmagazine.wordpress.com" target="_blank"><strong>Indicios Magazín-e</strong></a>). Siempre prometo escribir con suficiente frecuencia y puntualidad, pero al hacerle un poco al pulpo como constatarán quienes visiten mis sitios y blogs, a veces fallo; ni modo, soy humano y falible. No obstante, tengan por seguro que una vez adquirido un compromiso lo atiendo con cuidado y esmero, como quien atiende su tienda o su amor.</p>
<p>Finalmente y para no caer en la sugerente idea del nombre de esta revista intitulada en español <em><strong>Hablar sin interrupción</strong></em>, porque tarde o temprano se hace obligado el punto final, la pausa para la transición, me despido con un deseo en la mano: que los retratos y perfiles que puedan trazarse por aquí sean de su completo agrado.</p>
<p>Extiendo mi mano amiga y&#8230; ¡comenzamos!</dt>
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