I Cannot See Beyond the Darkness

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I am consumed by the realization that my heritage and my legacy is on the verge of committing cultural suicide. I feel betrayed by the perversity that I see and hear coming from those that share my roots and the outline of my heart and soul.

I CANNOT SEE BEYOND THE DARKNESS

By Al Garcia

I am consumed by the realization that my heritage and my legacy is on the verge of committing cultural suicide.  I feel betrayed by the perversity that I see and hear coming from those that share my roots and the outline of my heart and soul.

I am saddened and troubled by the dismissive, disdainful, contemptuous and even scornful attitude by some within my own community of Mexican-Americans, whether here along the Rio Grande, or in other brown-skin communities across America.  It hurts deep down inside when I see one of my own wearing a MAGA cap, or uttering disparaging words of insult and affront to people of our kind who simply crave the very thing we have – to be free, and the right to strive and thrive and achieve the promise of all that they can be. 

It is the human greed within and the conceit of arrogance and mislaid faith that covers the heart and soul of some of us with callousness and cruelty.  Some equate their tainted virtues and corrupted principles that have defined their struggles and their accomplishments with anger and with disgust toward their heritage and those who clawed and crawled their way across the Rio Grande so very long ago, and left behind their sweat, their tears and their blood so that one day their legacy could be who they could never be.

Our once great heritage of pride, dignity, honor and faith, now replaced by the expediency of acceptance, approval, recognition and even greed, by a new generation of brown Americans.  It is apparent that the American cultural war that once sought to defend and to protect against the brown infestation from south of the Rio Grande has spawned a bi-cultural generation devoid of the history and the emotion of their ancestral legacy.

I see this all around me in the changing Valley attitude in the new generation of American-Mexicans.  I see a mindset of entitlement and of perceived privilege.  I look into the eyes of relatives and friends, and even strangers, who share my heritage, my legacy and my skin, and I cannot see beyond the darkness that has replaced the radiance that once defined the vision and the dreams in the eyes of those who once saw the promise hidden in the fields, the pastures and the streams along the Rio Grande.

The flickering flame of our past is slowing fading and vanishing, as is the awareness of our own unique cultural evolution.  Some of us have been infected by a false sense of recognition and acceptance in a once hostile environment, when in reality it is merely tolerance, disguised as civility and gentility.  It is frightening and alarming to see some of us in the crowds and at the rallies chanting hate-filled slogans and applauding lies and smears against their very own.  It is disturbing to acknowledge that this exists today, despite the struggles, the tears and the lost lives that were shed, simply for a dream to be free. 

I cannot see beyond the darkness in the hearts and souls of some like me, who cannot understand or appreciate the sacrifice and ransom paid by long-forgotten dreamers who saw beyond their days, and left behind a burning flame of hope to help illuminate the dreams we have today.

And I feel betrayed by the perversity that I see and hear coming from those that share my roots and the outline of my heart and soul, and who cannot see beyond the darkness of the hate that has replaced a dream. 


Submitted: May 22, 2021

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