"The Lazy Mexican Myth"

There sure has been a lot of coverage on Racism lately. At the top of the media poster boy on Racism, Clipper’s owner Donald Sterling. He’s been quite busy tripping over his own tongue making stupid racist remarks. Even when apologizing for his actions before a national TV audience he couldn’t resist slipping in a few jabs at Magic Johnson! What a guy! Now he’s being fined and banned from owning a team by the NFL! Its really hard to believe that just a few short months ago he was poised to receive a lifetime achievement award from the NAACP! Go figure.

Then earlier this month his former girlfriend V. Stiviano, who released the racist recordings, was on the receiving end of some racial fallout when she was supposedly beaten by Racists in New York City.  And what about the racially charged remarks made by the Mavericks owner in a casual interview last month? What the hell are these people thinking? Today’s big Racism stories center on the recent firebombing in L.A in a housing project where both Blacks and Latinos reside. The attacks are being said to have been racial motivated. The other big story has to do with the pro football team in Washington and their use of the  racially charged term “Redskins” as the teams name and mascot. Yes my friends its quite apparent that Racism is alive and well and thriving in the U.S.

After reading about the L.A. firebombings I got to thinking about my personal experience with prejudice right here in good old Azusa California. Of course it was nothing like what was going on in the south, not even close, but it did exist and was directed at Mexicans rather than Blacks as there were relatively few Blacks in our community at that time. I grew up hearing stories about segregation and the injustices put upon Mexicans in the 40’s and early 50’s. One story I’ve never forgotten concerns the use of the public swimming pool at Slauson Park. Mexican children were only allowed to use the pool the day before the pool was to be drained and cleaned. The rest of the week it was Anglo’s only. Pretty sad. But by the time we moved to Azusa in 1960 that restriction had been lifted.

In the early 60’s I attended a Catholic elementary school which was actually a well balanced mix of Anglos and Mexican Americans. If I had to guess I’d say it was probably 60% Anglo. And there was really no prejudice, we all got along pretty well and the nuns treated all of us the same, Horribly! It was here, in the eighth grade that I heard my first ethnic jokes. They weren’t told maliciously but all the same it was a bit uncomfortable.

I was standing with a group of four or five guys during lunch one day and was the lone Mexican of the group. Another Anglo boy came running over and asked if we wanted to hear some jokes. “Wanna hear a dirty joke?” he asked, which got our attention instantly. He paused for effect sucking us in, then said “A white horse fell in the mud!” Dumb! We razzed him for telling such a stupid joke and started walking away. “No wait! I’ve got another one that’s way better!” We stopped and looked back at him. “Okay, Why don’t Mexicans ever barbecue?” We looked at each other and shrugged, “why?” someone finally asked. “Because the beans keep falling through the grill!” My friends thought it was hilarious, they were busting up and kept shooting glances at me. I failed to see the humor in the joke and I just sort of smiled. Duh, everybody knows you don’t barbecue beans, even Mexicans!

The boy continued, “How many Mexicans does it take to screw in a light bulb?” Everyone shook their heads, “how many?” I asked  “Just Juan!” he answered, “just Juan!” More gales of laughter, quick glances at me and smirks. “Okay. Okay here’s another one!” He was on a role. “What are the three toughest years in a Mexicans life?” Everyone waited quietly. “Second Grade!” he shouted! Everyone was rolling, except me. I just didn’t think they were that funny. I hated the way the guys kept looking at me to see if the jokes were bugging me. I remember standing there smirking and shaking my head like it was no big deal. And I suppose it really wasn’t, it just felt weird. Oh, they razzed me a bit in the days and weeks that followed. I’d hear thinks like “What’d your mom pack you for lunch today Johnny, barbecue beans?” or “Did you swim to school today? No, then why’s your back all wet?” Yeah, kids can be cruel. That was my introduction to ethnic jokes.

Frank the Gardener

Frank the Gardener



The whole lazy Mexican stereotype really bugged me. And TV didn’t help that image any with the Mexicans they cast in supporting roles on sitcoms like the heavy accented farmhand Pepino on The Real McCoys,  Frank the Mexican gardener with the heavy accent on Father Knows Best and Saturday morning cartoons had images (2)images (1)Speedy Gonzalez the speedy little Mexican mouse with the big sombrero and all his slow talking, slow moving, slow witted cousins. And least we forget good old Babalooey, the cute little brown burro in the yellow sombrero with the Mexican accent. Remember him? He was a very white, Quick-Draw-McGraw’s sidekick. What was the deal with those big floppy sombreros anyway?

imagesThen there was the Frito Bandito, the cartoon spokesperson for Frito corn chips. He was dressed like a Mexican bandit, had a gold tooth, spoke broken English and would rob people of their Fritos. There was actually an uproar about him. Mexican organizations were outraged! So much so that Frito actually cleaned up his image and eventually took him  off the air. Yeah Mexicans had a great image back then, Not!

See the original Frito Bandito commercial    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSVkOl-5dZw

 I’m a second generation Mexican American. Most of of the Mexican American kids I knew were second generation. They didn’t have heavy accents, wear big sombreros or take long leisurely siestas. Our parents were not lazy, they were hard-working, tax paying individuals pursuing the American dream. They wanted to make the lives of their children a little better, a little easier. My dad was a hard working Teamster truck driver, My friends dad worked for Azusa Rock and Sand and owned a restaurant. Another friends dad was a metallurgist, one was in management, another in construction. Being Mexican could have held them back, but it didn’t. Their determination,work ethic and drive made them successful.

And we, their children, learned from them and went on to become successful business owners, accountants, counselors, teachers, hospital administrators, public servants and more.  We became them, working hard to make our children’s life a little better, a little easier. And now our grown children have become us and are working hard to do the same for their children.

There is nothing stereotypical about this cycle of growth and accomplishment. It knows no racial boundaries. It comes from a strong believe in self, a belief in the system and a lot of hard work. It is not about luck. You make your own luck. Failure is a result of laziness and a lack of direction, not the color of your skin or your heritage…

Just Saying…



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