A Powerful Argument for Leaving the Border Open (Not)

[Mike Ellis]

Check out the book review at this link, and think of the incredible benefits we will reap by having this culture plant deep roots in the USA.

Sound like an undesirable development? Well, as Gomer Pyle would say, "SURPRISE SURPRISE!" It's already here, and growing by leaps and bounds thanks to government and business support, and the lunacy of America's idiot citizenry who think it is mean not to let the Mexicans wander where they wish.

VDARE.com: 05/22/08 - Out of Mexico—A British Journalist Survives The Lawless Mountains Of Mexico

Out of Mexico—A British Journalist Survives The Lawless Mountains Of Mexico
May 22, 2008
By Bellamy London

The British have always been an adventuring people. Since they are a literary people also, it is not surprising that they should excel at the art of travel writing. In modern times, George Borrow, Richard Francis Burton, Charles Doughty, T.E. Lawrence, Gertrude Bell, Evelyn Waugh, and Graham Greene spring to mind as exemplars of that art. And now there is Richard Grant, a British citizen residing in Tucson, Arizona, who came to the United States as the British correspondent for an American magazine and stayed on to write books about the kind of nomadic misfits in which America has always abounded.

Fifteen years ago, Mr. Grant developed a fascination also for misfits south of the border who, by the success they have achieved in the northwestern states of the People’s Republic of Mexico, are misfits no longer but rather the dominant majority.

These are the denizens of the Sierra Madre Occidental who grow the fabulously lucrative drug crops raised in the sierra, smuggle them within Mexico and into El Norte, defend these growers and smugglers against their rival narcotraficantes, and battle that portion of the police and the federal army that remains unbought by them. Together, they have created the drug culture that has become the mainstream culture of Chihuahua, Sonora, Sinaloa, and Durango states.

Rashly—almost insanely—Richard Grant decided that he must and would travel the length of the Sierra de la Madre to experience the reality of this surreal region for himself.

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"Everything that happens in Mexico turns to ****", a local acquaintance in southern Sonora told Grant. Grant asked another friend whether he agreed with that assessment:

"‘Absolutely,’ said Gustavo. ‘That’s why we don’t believe in the future. We don’t plan and build to make a better future for ourselves because our history and our experience teaches us that everything always turns to ****.’"

Later, the man expands on this remark.

"The thing about Mexico is that everyone is out to get everyone else, except within your family and your closest friends….We live with our senses and suspicions on full alert because who knows where the next plot against you might come from? Maybe someone thinks your wife is prettier than his wife so he whispers something to the police, or the mafia, and the next thing you know the police are planting drugs in your truck and you’re going to jail for ten years or there’s a bullet in your head and you may never know why."

The drug culture of the Sierra Madre, which developed in part from one in which "everything turns to ****", is both the epitome of, and the synechdoche for, that broader culture in which **** always happens. "Our art movement is not needed in this country", said André Breton, the French surrealist, when he visited Mexico. Mexico has always had a strong surrealist component. But the Sierra Madre is pure surrealism; indeed, it is surrealism raised to the level of supra-surreality.

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As the situation stands today, whenever the Mexican army burns a farmer out of his "crop that pays", everyone dependent on that crop heads north to the border, where the illegal crossing is greatly facilitated by friends and relatives, in Mexico and the U.S., with mucha experiencia smuggling drugs onto American soil. In this way, the violent, murderous, treacherous, immoral, and hideously destructive narco-culture of the Sierra Madre is gradually extending itself northward, into the American Southwest where it has already succeeded in infiltrating Los Angeles, Phoenix, El Paso, and many other places.

If the process continues, God’s middle finger will inexorably penetrate deeper into American territory and the American political and social fabric alike, with results dreadful to contemplate.

I will not spoil Richard Grant’s climactic scene for interested readers by giving the story away here, but a passage from the final paragraph may be quoted without harm.

"I drove out of the mountains and then north across the plains and deserts and I didn’t stop driving for fifteen hours until I was in striking distance of the U.S. border. I was willing to write about celebrity bathroom fixtures for a living, designer footwear, what your window treatments say about you. Some other fool could go into Sinaloa. I never wanted to set foot in the Sierra Madre again. The mean drunken hillbillies who lived up there could all feud themselves into extinction and burn in ****."

My guess is that Richard Grant remains fascinated by Mexico. I suspect further that he is glad that such a place as Mexico exists, and not too far from Tucson, either.

But I feel absolutely certain that he is grateful that a place that is emphatically not Mexico still remains "in striking distance" of the People’s Republic.

If he is as intelligent a man as his book suggests, he wants to keep things that way.

And so do I.