Part Two. The Border, East and West.
José was a wetback working in the United States, and he returned to his village in Mexico.
When he got back, all of his friends and family asked him, “hey, José, what did you think of the Americans?”
“The Americans? They are a wonderful people!” José said. “They all think that I’m a Latin lover.”
“A Latin lover, José?”
“Because every day after work, I went to this bar, and I’d walk in and they’d say, “look! It’s that fucking Mexican!”
—My 89-year-old Mexican grandfather, a longtime resident of Nogales, Arizona
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