Friday, April 07, 2006

U.S. urged to apologize for 1930s deportations

Updated 4/5/2006 6:57 AM
American-born Ignacio Pina, 81, returned to the USA after 16 years in Mexico.
By Dan MacMedan, USA TODAY
American-born Ignacio Pina, 81, returned to the USA after 16 years in Mexico.
By Dan MacMedan, USA TODAY
Pina, then 6, at right front row, and siblings lived in Montana before they were deported.

His father and oldest sister were farming sugar beets in the fields of Hamilton, Mont., and his mother was cooking tortillas when 6-year-old Ignacio Piña saw plainclothes authorities burst into his home.

"They came in with guns and told us to get out," recalls Piña, 81, a retired railroad worker in Bakersfield, Calif., of the 1931 raid. "They didn't let us take anything," not even a trunk that held birth certificates proving that he and his five siblings were U.S.-born citizens.

The family was thrown into a jail for 10 days before being sent by train to Mexico. Piña says he spent 16 years of "pure hell" there before acquiring papers of his Utah birth and returning to the USA.

The deportation of Piña's family tells an almost-forgotten story of a 1930s anti-immigrant campaign. Tens of thousands, and possibly more than 400,000, Mexicans and Mexican-Americans were pressured ? through raids and job denials ? to leave the USA during the Depression, according to a USA TODAY review of documents and interviews with historians and deportees. Many, mostly children, were U.S. citizens.

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If their tales seem incredible, a newspaper analysis of the history textbooks used most in U.S. middle and high schools may explain why: Little has been written about the exodus, often called "the repatriation."

That may soon change. As the U.S. Senate prepares to vote on bills that would either help illegal workers become legal residents or boost enforcement of U.S. immigration laws, an effort to address deportations that happened 70 years ago has gained traction:

? On Thursday, Rep. Hilda Solis, D-Calif., plans to introduce a bill in the U.S. House that calls for a commission to study the "deportation and coerced emigration" of U.S. citizens and legal residents. The panel would also recommend remedies that could include reparations. "An apology should be made," she says.

Co-sponsor Rep. Luis Gutierrez, D-Ill., says history may repeat itself. He says a new House bill that makes being an illegal immigrant a felony could prompt a "massive deportation of U.S. citizens," many of them U.S.-born children leaving with their parents.

"We have safeguards to ensure people aren't deported who shouldn't be," says Jeff Lungren, GOP spokesman for the House Judiciary Committee, adding the new House bill retains those safeguards.

? In January, California became the first state to enact a bill that apologizes to Latino families for the 1930s civil rights violations. It declined to approve the sort of reparations the U.S. Congress provided in 1988 for Japanese-Americans interned during World War II.

Democratic state Sen. Joe Dunn, a self-described "Irish white guy from Minnesota" who sponsored the state bill, is now pushing a measure to require students be taught about the 1930s emigration. He says as many as 2 million people of Mexican ancestry were coerced into leaving, 60% of them U.S. citizens.

? In October, a group of deportees and their relatives, known as los repatriados, will host a conference in Detroit on the topic. Organizer Helen Herrada, whose father was deported, has conducted 100 oral histories and produced a documentary. She says many sent to Mexico felt "humiliated" and didn't want to talk about it. "They just don't want it to happen again."

No precise figures exist on how many of those deported in the 1930s were illegal immigrants. Since many of those harassed left on their own, and their journeys were not officially recorded, there are also no exact figures on the total number who departed.

At least 345,839 people went to Mexico from 1930 to 1935, with 1931 as the peak year, says a 1936 dispatch from the U.S. Consulate General in Mexico City.

"It was a racial removal program," says Mae Ngai, an immigration history expert at the University of Chicago, adding people of Mexican ancestry were targeted.

However, Americans in the 1930s were "really hurting," says Otis Graham, history professor emeritus at the University of California, Santa Barbara. One in four workers were unemployed and many families hungry. Deporting illegal residents was not an "outrageous idea," Graham says. "Don't lose the context."

A pressure campaign

In the early 1900s, Mexicans poured into the USA, welcomed by U.S. factory and farm owners who needed their labor. Until entry rules tightened in 1924, they simply paid a nickel to cross the border and get visas for legal residency.

"The vast majority were here legally, because it was so easy to enter legally," says Kevin Johnson, a law professor at the University of California, Davis.

They spread out across the nation. They sharecropped in California, Texas and Louisiana, harvested sugar beets in Montana and Minnesota, laid railroad tracks in Kansas, mined coal in Utah and Oklahoma, packed meat in Chicago and assembled cars in Detroit.

By 1930, the U.S. Census counted 1.42 million people of Mexican ancestry, and 805,535 of them were U.S. born, up from 700,541 in 1920.

Change came in 1929, as the stock market and U.S. economy crashed. That year, U.S. officials tightened visa rules, reducing legal immigration from Mexico to a trickle. They also discussed what to do with those already in the USA.

"The government undertook a program that coerced people to leave," says Layla Razavi, policy analyst for the Mexican American Legal Defense and Education Fund (MALDEF). "It was really a hostile environment." She says federal officials in the Hoover administration, like local-level officials, made no distinction between people of Mexican ancestry who were in the USA legally and those who weren't.

"The document trail is shocking," says Dunn, whose staff spent two years researching the topic after he read the 1995 book Decade of Betrayal: Mexican Repatriation in the 1930s, by Francisco Balderrama and Raymond Rodriguez.

USA TODAY reviewed hundreds of pages of documents, some provided by Dunn and MALDEF and others found at the National Archives. They cite officials saying the deportations lawfully focused on illegal immigrants while the exodus of legal residents was voluntary. Yet they suggest people of Mexican ancestry faced varying forms of harassment and intimidation:

? Raids. Officials staged well-publicized raids in public places. On Feb. 26, 1931, immigration officials suddenly closed off La Placita, a square in Los Angeles, and questioned the roughly 400 people there about their legal status.

The raids "created a climate of fear and anxiety" and prompted many Mexicans to leave voluntarily, says Balderrama, professor of Chicano studies and history at California State University, Los Angeles.

In a June 1931 memo to superiors, Walter Carr, Los Angeles district director of immigration, said "thousands upon thousands of Mexican aliens" have been "literally scared out of Southern California."

Some of them came from hospitals and needed medical care en route to Mexico, immigrant inspector Harry Yeager wrote in a November 1932 letter.

The Wickersham Commission, an 11-member panel created by President Hoover, said in a May 1931 report that immigration inspectors made "checkups" of boarding houses, restaurants and pool rooms without "warrants of any kind." Labor Secretary William Doak responded that the "checkups" occurred very rarely.

? Jobs withheld. Prodded by labor unions, states and private companies barred non-citizens from some jobs, Balderrama says.

"We need their jobs for needy citizens," C.P. Visel of the Los Angeles Citizens Committee for Coordination of Unemployment Relief wrote in a 1931 telegram. In a March 1931 letter to Doak, Visel applauded U.S. officials for the "exodus of aliens deportable and otherwise who have been scared out of the community."

Emilia Castenada, 79, recalls coming home from school in 1935 in Los Angeles and hearing her father say he was being deported because "there was no work for Mexicans." She says her father, a stonemason, was a legal resident who owned property. A U.S. citizen who spoke little Spanish, she left the USA with her brother and father, who was never allowed back.

"The jobs were given to the white Americans, not the Mexicans," says Carlos DeAnda Guerra, 77, a retired furniture upholsterer in Carpinteria, Calif. He says his parents entered the USA legally in 1917 but were denied jobs. He, his mother and five U.S.-born siblings were deported in 1931, while his father, who then went into hiding, stayed to pick oranges.

"The slogan has gone out over the city (Los Angeles) and is being adhered to ? 'Employ no Mexican while a white man is unemployed,' " wrote George Clements, manager of the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce's agriculture department, in a memo to his boss Arthur Arnoll. He said the Mexicans' legal status was not a factor: "It is a question of pigment, not a question of citizenship or right."

? Public aid threatened. County welfare offices threatened to withhold the public aid of many Mexican-Americans, Ngai says. Memos show they also offered to pay for trips to Mexico but sometimes failed to provide adequate food. An immigration inspector reported in a November 1932 memo that no provisions were made for 78 children on a train. Their only sustenance: a few ounces of milk daily.

Most of those leaving were told they could return to the USA whenever they wanted, wrote Clements in an August 1931 letter. "This is a grave mistake, because it is not the truth." He reported each was given a card that made their return impossible, because it showed they were "county charities." Even those born in the USA, he wrote, wouldn't be able to return unless they had a birth certificate or similar proof.

? Forced departures. Some of the deportees who were moved by train or car had guards to ensure they left the USA and others were sent south on a "closed-body school bus" or "Mexican gun boat," memos show.

"Those who tried to say 'no' ended up in the physical deportation category," Dunn says, adding they were taken in squad cars to train stations.

Mexican-Americans recall other pressure tactics. Arthur Herrada, 81, a retired Ford engineer in Huron, Ohio, says his father, who was a legal U.S. resident, was threatened with deportation if he didn't join the U.S. Army. His father enlisted.

'We weren't welcome'

"It was an injustice that shouldn't have happened," says Jose Lopez, 79, a retired Ford worker in Detroit. He says his father came to the USA legally but couldn't find his papers in 1931 and was deported. To keep the family together, his mother took her six U.S.-born children to Mexico, where they often survived on one meal a day. Lopez welcomes a U.S. apology.

So does Guerra, the retired upholsterer, whose voice still cracks with emotion when he talks about how deportation tore his family apart. "I'm very resentful. I don't trust the government at all," says Guerra, who later served in the U.S. military.

Piña says his entire family got typhoid fever in Mexico and his father, who had worked in Utah coal mines, died of black lung disease in 1935. "My mother was left destitute, with six of us, in a country we knew nothing about," he says. They lived in the slums of Mexico City, where his formal education ended in sixth grade. "We were misfits there. We weren't welcome."

"The Depression was very bad here. You can imagine how hard it was in Mexico," says Piña, who proudly notes the advanced college degrees of each of his four U.S.-raised sons. "You can't put 16 years of pure hell out of your mind."

Posted 4/4/2006 5:11 PM
Updated 4/5/2006 6:57 AM

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Monday, April 03, 2006

Squonk

The Hunter and the Squonk

Like father like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth.
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle,
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Could never put a smile on that face.

He's a sly one, he's a shy one
Wouldn't you be too.
Scared to be left all on his own.
Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with, the Ugly Duckling
The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes.
All the while in perfect time
His tears are falling on the ground
BUT IF YOU DON'T STAND UP YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE.

Go a little faster now, you might get there in time.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
His heart was broken long before he ever came to you.
Stop your tears from falling,
The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
all to see at night.

A Trick of the Tail

In season, out of season
What's the difference when you don't know the reason.
In one hand bread, the other a stone.
The Hunter enters the forest.
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fear.

Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you.
Making noises my little furry friend would make
I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack.
You better watch out... You better watch out.

I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away.

Walking home that night
The sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder.
When suddenly it stopped,
I opened up the sack, all that I had
A pool of bubbles and tears - JUST A POOL OF TEARS.

All in all you are a very dying race
Placing trust upon a cruel world.
You never had the things you thought you should have had
And you'll not get them now,
And all the while in perfect time
Your tears are falling on the ground.

The Squonk is of a very retiring disposition and due to its ugliness, weeps constantly. It is easy prey for hunters who simply follow a tear-stained trail. When cornered it will dissolve itself into tears.

True or False?

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Sunday, April 02, 2006

Freedom, Liberty, Right

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On October 28th the Statue of Liberty will be 120 years old. The country will be roughly 230. The statues real name is Liberty Enlightening the World. In the big picture Liberty is supposed to be a woman escaping the chains of tyranny, which lie at her feet. I haven't ever seen a pic of the chains, and I visited the statue twice in my life and can't recall ever seeing them, but Encarta and the official web site claim they're there and that's enough for me.

The torch in her right hand is now beyond legendary, but in case you're not in to legdends its supposed to be the light of liberty. The popular myth says that the book in her right hand is inscribed with the words "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses" Its a myth. What the tablet says is July 4, 1776” (in Roman numerals). The famous quote is part of a larger poem by Emma Lazarus:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name,
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Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

As much as I feel fascism lite is the flavor of the day in the United States the fact is that there are illegal immigrants marching in the streets to say they're not criminals and don't intend to leave. To me it doesn't seem like they have a leg to stand on, let alone march. Is there a difference between saying you have a right to enter an work in a country regardless of the laws and regulations of that country the same as saying you have a right to free speech, due process or privacy? Do we have a fascist government? I am still alive and not in prison. Are the Judges concerns well founded?

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Monday, March 27, 2006

Asinine

I've tried to think of it in several different ways, but in the end the only words I can think of are "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Did you post that comment and then go off and chortle about what a bitch you are. Are your friends proud of you and pat you on the back? Have you emailed people who've never seen my blog before to show them how asinine and sophomoric your humor can be. I want to be sure that the agility of your wit won't be over looked, so I'm reposting your comments.

Van der Graan Generator

Man-Erg

The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
in the quiet of his room,
but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside.
Yes the killer lives.
Angels live inside me: I can feel them smile...
Their presence strokes
and soothes the tempest in my mind
and their love can heal the wounds
that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall
- well, I know I shall be caught,
while the angels live.

How can I be free?
How can I get help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?

But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes
of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak into
the corner of my room
and I am doomed...
But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters
of my youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man
in the gables of the roof:
he tells me truth...

And I too, live inside me and very often
don't know who I am:
I know I'm not a hero, but
I hope that I'll not die.
I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
are all me:
Dictator, saviour, refugee in war and peace
as long as Man lives...

I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
are all me:
Dictator, saviour, refugee

Saturday, March 25, 2006 2:52:56 AM

Hopefully, you won't leave it at this, because this has always been a kind of fantasy of mine. I'd like to hear your reasoning behind your post. How have you come to the conclusion that its all in my head? Before you post your reply, and I don't think you will, I'll share something with you. You, and people like you are the only proof that any of the words in your second post are true. If the world were only made up of people like you then it would be easy to believe that life is the hallow, sickening agony that your song describes. So you've been able to scrape enough wit to come to that conclusion and now you should take the second step. The more people like you stop being so hopelessly shallow and full of themselves the less chaotic and desperate life will seem for everyone involved. Yes, clever girl, life seems illusory and bogus. It doesn't have to be that way, and we don't have to wait another generation for things to change. They can change right now. You start. Life isn't a work of art that we stand back and admire, or search for meaning. Life is an action like walking to the store. The meaning of life comes from what you do while you're walking. I know it sounds like another of my desperate delusions, but its far from an original thought, although one that you don't seem to have come across yet. You're welcome.

I look forward to hearing from you again.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Stupid Arrogance

portrat of Fanny Watts by J.S. Sargent 1877If you're new here and even if your not I need to make one thing clear; I have never told anyone anywhere in any manner, or form that I have schizophrenia or any other mental illness. Anyone who says anything otherwise is lying.

You know the problem with my stalkers? They're always on the same trip. No matter what happens its all my fault. They drug the food, and I can tell so I don't eat it. Then I'm as ass for wasting food. They drug the butter and cooking oil, and spices, and I'm an ass for not cooking for myself. I'm an ass for not believing their lies. I'm weak for needing contact with other people. I'm weak because their insults make me angry. I'm insecure because their lies make me nervous. I'm stupid because I can't tell they care in spite of the lies and obvious pain and profound physical discomfort I feel on a daily basis. To them any objection I make to the death threats or insults is just pure arrogance, and they never ever stop laughing. They always want to say everything just short of "I know everything you do on your computer, and have a camera in your room," I don't really have to guess about a lot of things because they're really not very subtle. Its clear that they think I'm a habitual murderer, and rapist. What I don't get is how I can be accused and punished for a crime, without a trial, or even being told about it. Its clear that they think I'm schizophrenic. What I don't get is how you can label someone as a schizophrenic and treat them against their will, without ever telling them about it.

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Who are these people? What could have possibly happened in their clearly limited, sheltered little lives to lead them to expect that from me? And why are they so amused with the fact that I clearly expect them to stop. Not only do I expect them to stop, but I expect a full explanation, and I'm never going to settle for anything less. So you can exploit my isolation for all its worth, but I'm telling you now, no matter what the consequences this isn't going to rest until I know the crimes I'm accused of and am completely exonerated, and someone is held accountable for the years of my life wasted in this, and the torture I've endured.

So yeah, I have totally fallen for this whole "I love you, Al" game. Its what I need to hear and there are some really good liars out there. Thank god your fucking uncontrollable, ignorant pig laughter always tips me off. You think I'm not beating your fat ass because I'm scared of you, but there are other reasons. One of them is that my stalkers call you their cum faced whore behind your back, so I think they're fooling you a lot more than they're fooling me. Its possible that you actually like being their cum faced whore, in which case that's just another reason not to beat your fat ass. My reasons for not beating your fat ass are a lot better than your reasons for drugging me and playing the inside man to this bullshit, but I know that you can't tell the difference, and that's another good reason. I have a lot, but I am not afraid of you. One of us is definitely stupid and arrogant, but I don't think its me. You've probably never even seen this blog. I bet you count on them to tell you everything. Smart.

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Friday, March 17, 2006

Chocolate Genius II

Chocolate Genius

Black Music

Hangover Nine


I am forgetting about you at least twice a day
I am falling face down into a bloody stoop
And I?m seeing ghost in every dead bottle
And I?m wasting time like Don Knots
I am emptier than yesterdays raincoats
I am crushing grapes, and midwives, and rent-a-cars
I am burning Cubans with the spooky Presidents
And I am the shit that you call understanding

And yes I?ll have another one
I?ll have another one
Yes, I?ll have another one
I?ll have another one
Yes, I?ll have another one
I?ll have another one
You want some more?

And I have been saved if you don?t count last night.
And I am better than you will ever be so get used to it
And I?m hanging up now, because you bore me

And yes, I?ll have another one
I?ll have another one
Yes, I?ll have another one
Hell yes, another one
Yes, I?ll have another one
I?ll have another one
You want some more?

Oh my God

And where are my keys?
And where are my keys?
And where are my keys?
And where are my keys?
And where are my keys?
Has anybody seen my keys?

Oh my God
I?ll never do this again
You want some more?


The other day I posted a wallpaper form the Chocolate Genius Inc. website. If you don't know what Chocolate Genius is, you should. Last night somone asked me about music and I started to Google some Chocolate Genius lyrics for them, only to find that there are none on the internet. That seems really odd for the internet. It might be because Chocolate Genius doesn't want his song lyrics online. If that's the reason he's gonna be contacting me soon. I'll probably be posting more. If you already know about Chocolate Genius, your welcome in advance.

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006


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