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573 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 20, 2024
She had been the only American—I had ever known in our tiny village on the faraway coast of Peru. I had heard indigenous Peruvians whisper about pale strangers like her, pishtacos, white ghouls, hungry ghosts
The Spanish were already a stew of ethnicities, born of a mingling of Moors and Jews and ancient Christian Iberians.
What Spain's harsh colonial system wrought, in its effort to play God, was a single language from a multitude of indigenous tongues. But it also destroyed any possible sense of unity.
Latin America became a slew of cultures with distinct national characters. But the looming tower of Spanish still stands, even if our children don't speak it as well as our ancestors. Even if our grandchildren don't speak it at all.
Much is made of the claim that Spanish colonizers were kinder to the natives than the English would be, and less racist. At least they mixed with them—so the argument goes—lived among them, married them. But that calculus masks a wider, more sinister history. Indian women were rarely married to their Spanish masters; they were abducted, enslaved, raped, abandoned.
Uruguay, which celebrated its declaration of independence in 1831 with a sweeping genocide that killed all but five hundred of its native people, then spun around, flung open its ports, and vigorously transformed itself into a nation that is now 90 percent white.
We could see the measure of his disquiet: there was the unremitting sting of gringo disrespect; the thinly veiled references to his short stature, his brown skin, his thick accent.
Fortune also favored those whose parents joined them a few months later. Others, however, would cry into their pillows night after night, separated from their families for as many as eighteen years. A number would never see their parents again.
they had already survived a hair-raising peril, la carretera de la muerte, "the highway of death," the 136-mile artery connecting Monterrey to Nuevo Laredo. For decades, that singularly nondescript thoroughfare had been the backdrop for kidnappings, rapes, young girls sold into sexual slavery, robberies, "disappearances," and outright murders.
There is always the chance that you will want to go home. "Go back where you belong!"
married their own cousins to preserve their whiteness
she was shunned by Mexican youngsters because she didn't speak Spanish
the classic Austin fajita: skirt steak, flash-grilled then sliced into juicy strips, tucked into tortillas, drowned in tomatoes, onion, serrano peppers, and cilantro
In 2019, five years after Arturo arrived, seven-hundred thousand tourists like him—a little more than 1.2 percent of all fifty-six million visitors to the United States—overstayed their visas. The great majority of them were Canadians.
They may also be one of the most segregated Latino groups in the United States. Comfortable in black neighborhoods, they nevertheless prefer to live in Dominican communities, marry one another, and have Dominican children. If they do marry outside their immediate cohort, they typically choose Puerto Ricans.
tells of the tension between her father's Puerto Rican family and her Dominican mother, who was considerably darker skinned. As Michelle learned eventually, generations of her Puerto Rican ancestors had gone to great lengths to keep the bloodline white—even marrying their own cousins, a not uncommon practice among elite white Latin Americans in general. Suddenly being forced to accept a black Dominican bride into the clan and break that chain of whiteness was too much for Michelle's Puerto Rican family, and the marriage eventually collapsed.
two dark-skinned Dominican American girls—enthusiastic fans of her books—were taken aback by her whiteness and whisperd to Álvarez's agent, "That's Julia Álvarez? But she's not a Latina!" In their view, she couldn't be one of them; her skin was too porcelain, too European looking, too fair. "It's possible to be too white in the Dominican Republic," Álvarez says wistfully.
Overwhelmingly, they are mestizos, the product of a half millennium of exuberant crossbreeding between European colonizers and indigenous peoples, which, themselves, experienced long histories of conquest and hybridization. Finally, immigrants from this part of Central America, like Mexicans, can range across a broad spectrum of phenotypes. Although they may be perceived as brown, on census forms they generally identify as white.
Mexicanos whose lands had been hijacked by "Westward ho!" invaders pluckily decided to be on the side of privilege and identify themselves as "white." But they were treated like blacks anyway.
Signs on storefronts reminded them of their status: "No dogs. No Negroes. No Mexicans."
the bizarre loophole allowing a mulatto to purchase "whiteness" and access "white" privileges if he paid the Spanish Crown enough money
in a varicolored country traumatized by a brutal, racist colonial past, a lighter shade of skin—un blanqueamiento, a whitening—would make your children's lives easier. It is a systemic racism of another kind. The Latino kind.
A full 40 percent of Latinos born in this country marry non-Latinos. Those who have earned a college education are even more likely to do so; half of all Hispanics with a bachelor's degree marry outside the cohort. And the overwhelming likelihood is that they will marry whites.
There are green-eyed Mexicans. The rich blond Mexicans. The Mexicans with the faces of Arab sheiks. The Jewish Mexicans. The big-footed-as-a-German Mexicans. The leftover-French Mexicans. The chaparrito compact Mexicans. The Tarahumara tall-as-desert saguaro Mexicans. The Mediterranean Mexicans. The Mexicans with Tunisian eyebrows. The negrito Mexicans of the double coasts. The Chinese Mexican. The curly haired, freckle-faced, redheaded Mexicans. The Lebanese Mexicans. Look, I don't know what you're talking about when you say I don't look Mexican. I am Mexican.
—Sandra Cisneros, author
White Latinos—descendants of 100 percent white European stock—are not people of color.
"In Argentina, we're simply taught that the indigenous all died of yellow fever," she says. "So few are doing the work of unearthing the real truth. Maybe it's because all our intellectuals are sent off to be educated somewhere else: England, France, Spain, Italy. They don't want anything to do with Latin American culture. You know the old joke that Argentines are Spanish-speaking Italians who believe that they're really French? It's so true."
The eastern influence is so present in Peru that the national cuisine is a fusion of Chinese, Japanese, and the rest of our genetic jumble. As a child in Lima, I was raised on arroz chaufa (fried rice), lomo saltado (stir-fry beef), crisp shrimp wontones, and ceviche (citrus infused sashimi)
"I was raised Catholic," young Latinos will answer when I ask them about their beliefs, and then their voices trail off, leaving open the question of whether they still practice or how they will raise their children.
Less visible were the Jews' hasty conversions, the rush to hide one's traditions, the sudden, passionate claim that Catholicism was the true faith and Jesus the only prophet. Denial and recantations ruled the day.
The only religion in recorded human history that adopted converts as quickly is probably Islam, although Mohammedans did not force conversion, nor did they require believers to abandon faiths as they took on the new.
It is no surprise that, among Latinos, Mexican Americans are the most ardent supporters of Catholicism. Six out of ten say they hold strong ties to the Church.
Like their Anglo counterparts, some have fled Catholicism because of simple disillusionment: either a growing disgust with mounting cases of corrupt and pedophile priests, or the Church's resolute stand against abortion and same-sex marriage.
Catholics were papists, "garlic eaters"
If there are two religions in the land, they will cut each other's throats; and if there are thirty, they will dwell happily in peace.
—Voltaire, The Philosophical Letters, 1733
If it surprises anyone that Latinos—a segment of American society once assumed to be liberal—have recently begun to identify more and more with conservative doctrine, one only need study the religious migration to Evangelicalism to understand why.
"a Republican believes in family, education, hard work, opportunity, individuality, the freedom to succeed on one's own, the freedom from government interference, and the conviction that a sturdy belief in God makes the rest possible."
Four in five Latinos in Florida (mostly Cubans) voted to give Ronald Reagan the presidency in 1980. George W. Bush, too, won over the Hispanics of Florida, but he also won a large share of Mexican Americans in Texas—although he garnered only a smattering in the (largely Puerto Rican) Latino population of New York.
most Latinos do indeed believe that liberals care more about them than conservatives do
The very fact that almost half of all Hispanics stay home on Election Day has proved galvanizing for Republicans.
We want to fit in , have our children thrive as full-fledged Americans. We want to participate, work, be counted as citizens. But we also want to retain our customs, our language, our cultural idiosyncrasies, our motherland senses of identity. And we want to be valued and respected for it.
she married her boyfriend, an African American. As far as her ultra-conservative grandmother was concerned, she might as well have committed a crime. The woman had long made her racist views known, but now she did not hide her disgust. Why would "you marry one of them," she asked, full of indignation, "in a country full of nice white men?"
Latinos and Latinas are the most highly employed people in the United States.
We have the highest employment rate—higher than any other race or ethnicity in the nation—precisely because many of us are willing to do the work that no one else wants to do.
We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities. Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes toward immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat and grow the ingredients we need to make that food. As any chef will tell you, our entire service economy—the restaurant business as we know it, and food in most American cities—would collapse overnight without Mexican workers.
"You can imagine," he says now, "the absurdity of it. A white boy from Toledo, Ohio, teaching African Americans about literature." He knew right away that he wanted to to read important books by black writers. As a child in an all-boys Jesuit school, he had grown up seeing himself in the classic "dead white male" curriculum. His students deserved nothing less, an ability to see themselves in a curriculum of their own.
When white players used bad grammar, Clemente's defenders noted, editors corrected them before it was published in the papers; when Latinos did it, they became objects of media derision.