Growing up in the east San Francisco Bay Area street fights were common, with the majority of my fighting against the macho-attitude Mexicans. Most were legal, at that time, but every summer the illegal kin of the locals arrived and I had to fight them, also.
Hate to brag but I was good. Lots of exercise, running, and an hour on the punching bag nightly made me one tough Gringo!!!! Luckily, those were the days of what is now known as the "old gangstas'." Today, well, I'd likely have just been shot dead. Back then it was a different breed. Far fewer illegals and some honor existed. Takes more guts to square off and throw blows for a 1/2-hour than to pull a trigger then run.
Anyway..... after years of fighting, starting when I whipped the heck out of the De la Rosa kid in 4th grade it finally took 8 of the punks to ambush and stomp me. But, I still fought back.
One summer day Jose and his brother drove up in his convertible Ford low-rider. He invited me to go on a ride and that I would see something few, if any, Gringos had ever seen.
Hmmmmmmm....... this was a matter of honor. I had to go to "save face." Saying no would result in another fight. It's a "macho thing" the invading culture lives by and I had to live my life within that code. Not by choice!!!!! The sheer number of the invading culture forced me to live outside the mainstream American culture.
Knowing there was a possibility I was being led into danger, perhaps another crowd that would stomp me or worse, honor (macho) required me to agree to go.
It was 1971 and I was 14 years old. Took a lotta' guts (or stupidity?) to do what I did. We ended up in Pleasanton, California.... at the old Camp Parks, a World War 2 base that was decommissioned and now served various functions; one being a migrant labor camp. Into that camp we drove and every eye present was riveted on me... the Gringo. The surprise of the residents was obvious. Folks such as I did not go to those camps. Doing so could be dangerous since Anglos were unwanted, disliked, even hated by some.
Stopping in front of one of the barracks that had been converted to apartments my heart raced in fear.....and preparation to defend myself.
Entering the apartment, Jose warned me to say nothing, to let him do the talking. As I followed Jose and his brother in, I saw a small crowd of perhaps 15 or so Hispanic-type folks. Again, I saw surprise in eyes at the site of a Gringo. I suppose I showed the same surprise when next I was looking down the barrel of a pistol. Eeeeeeeek!!!!! I looked for a window to jump out of but Jose's loud voice stopped me. He began arguing with the pistol-wielder. Their argument in Spanish ended with the pistol disappearing and one of the older guys present giving another warning about telling no one of what I saw or heard.
I was then told I was being honored. That confused me!!!!! The guy who had pulled the pistol explained that Jose had just told him of all the fighting I had done against the Mexicans, how I had whipped most, how I never ran or notified the cops etc. and that I had not called the law when the eight stomped me (I intended to handle that affair later on my own). He said that few Gringos acted as I had and that they were "honoring" me by allowing me to visit their.................
meeting of the Brown Beret cell of the 'Frisco east bay!!!!! We were close to the radical crazy Berkeley so the location made sense. And, for security, they met in a place where an outsider would be obvious. I sat there as the meeting went on; in English and Spanish, the group flowed from one language to the other.
Around 45-minutes later Jose and his brother got up and I followed them out the door. The warning to be silent followed me out the door. Soon I was home and Jose spoke before he drove of, "You're okay, for a Gringo."
Thus, I learned about the group that advocates the secession of the southwestern USA. Some want the area to go to Mexico, others want the nation of Aztlan. Many members advocate the use of force if necassary but the general concensus appears to be that the power of numbers is the easiest and surest method of achieving their goal.
Folks, I can not prove to you the events I write of are true. They are but you'll just have to take my word for it. The event made quite an impact on me. I wish I could say the fights stopped but they didn't. However, the amount of fighting was reduced as the word went around the local Mexicans that I was an "okay Gringo." Still, there were enough of the macho types to confront and the kin still came up every summer and they sought me out. Sigh........ I got so damn tired of fighting!!!!! Too bad the vile spawn of the elite class doesn't have to go through what I did for so many years.
Okay..... for those unfamiliar with the Brown Berets.... here is a decent Web page with some information:
http://www.fightbacknews.org/2003winter/brownberets.htm
The article/interview ends with this:
"The current group that call themselves Brown Berets have not led or been involved in any positive mass campaigns for self-determination or social change. They have not been able to grow or get support from any large segments of the Chicano community. They have not taken up the fight for immigrant rights or other important issues, especially the growing anti-war movement of today. They are primarily male and male dominated. They use militant rhetoric, but do not organize."
I venture a guess. The Brown Berets and those who supported them but did not actually join saw the trends. They saw their ethnicity growing in numbers yearly. They saw laws passed that assisted Spanish speakers, they saw affirmative action that assisted them economically, they received the gamut of public aid and assistance and... perhaps most importantly, they saw their ethnic group grow in numbers until they are now the majority in some areas and are destined to possibly become a majority within the entire USA!!!!! Some estmates are that in 100 years, perhaps a wee bit more, the invaders from the south will be the majority across the land.
Sadly, too few assimilate. The invading culture may become the predominant culture.
Will the Brown Berets return? Are they here right now but just laying low? I am not sure. I fled California in 1993 so do not have my hand on the pulse of that which is Chicano or Hispanic or whatever term is used to describe the invaders.
What I do know is that I am likely one of the few Gringos to have been present in the "old days" when the Brown Berets were active.
Sigh......... and I still have to read the Anglos words and hear them babble when they make excuses for the invaders, excuses most of you are likely too familiar with.
Again, my thinking returns to those long-ago days when a joke made the rounds; a joke that also had a social point to make:
What do you call someone who hasn't been mugged yet?
A liberal.
I despise labels. But, that joke helps to explain the invasion aplogists. They lack empathy for others (those harmed by the invaders) and they have not been personally harmed in some way by the invading horde.
I suppose our job is to reach out to those too blind to see or desiring an underclass to serve them via low wages and convince them that they are actually in peril.
At a later date I will mention a couple methods I have used to reach out and try to convince the masses.