Don't Cry for Me, America

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I am brown. I am proud. I am Mexican, Spaniard and Indian. I am a Texan. I am an American. I am the essence of all that is America because I am a part of what helped to make America. Do not pity me.

Don't Cry For Me, AmeriCa

By Al Garcia

I am brown.  I am proud.  I am Mexican, Spaniard and Indian.  I am a Texan.  I am an American.  I am the essence of all that is America because I am a part of what helped to make America.  Do not pity me.  Do not console me, tolerate or indulge me, for I earned the right to stand tall and proud beside the waving red, white and blue.  We toiled the fields and fought in the battlefields.  We gave our sweat, blood and tears, and shared our imagination and inspiration to help make this nation greater than it was.  So, don’t cry for me, America, for already too many tears have been shed.  Don’t cry for me, America.

We have covered our wounds, but the scars still remain.  Our scars lie beneath old cold headstones in desolate and forgotten graveyards and churchyards in private cemeteries all along the Rio Grande.  Buried dreams and forgotten faces.  Once forbidden to eat or shop or sleep with the Texans and Americans they lived with and worked for, now forever a part of the Valley they helped to nurture and build.  Don’t cry for me America.  Tears will not now sooth the scars that have hardened our hearts and our souls to the indignities and humiliations heaped upon a culture of my past, simply because of our color and nothing more.  Don’t cry for me, America.

Time heals all wounds -- but it’s the scars that still hurt, when memories awaken the realities of life along the Rio Grande not long ago when anyone not born white was used and abused.  I am the living, breathing reminder of the beginning of the healing, and yet l cannot forget the past when I stand before a headstone of a dream never fulfilled or completed.  Don’t cry for me America, for we live with the tears of generations past that endured the disgrace of man’s callousness and indifference. 

Don’t cry for me American, for I am proud. I am Mexican, Spaniard and Indian.  I am a Texan.  I am an American.  I know where I came from, where we once were, and where I’m going. 

There are too many headstones in desolate and forgotten graveyards containing buried dreams and forgotten faces of Mexican-Americans like me, who once reached to the heavens to help lift them from despair to a better place called America.  So, don’t cry for me, America, for I know I am an American -- I have always been a part of you, although you’re just finding out what I already knew – that I was always a part of you. 


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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