Stranger in an unlikely land.

 

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In 1984, the first Presidential election in which I was able to vote, I was a registered voter in the “Decline To State” category but I leaned a bit to the right. Very right. Not sure of my reasoning why I chose to not register as a Republican but perhaps in my immaturity I was seeking to portray an independent cowboy streak of ideological self-sufficiency that I thought mattered then. Most of my friends were registered Republicans and I tagged along with them during the 1984 Presidential season and did all the things dutiful Republican first-time voters did. We affixed the Reagan-Bush’84 bumper stickers with pride and we canvased our local neighborhood east of Los Angeles with pamphlets and voter guides. Even in 1984, the neighborhood was strongly Hispanic (ie, Democratic) so our address list of registered Republicans was sparse. We only concentrated on Republican voters, ie, households (in this neighborhood) and I remember being struck by how few Republicans there were and considered the mechanics which would drive a person to choose to affiliate with a politician and ideological symbol who was the antithetical villain for most others of the immediate social group this person belonged to (without realizing that I, too, due to my Republican activism, was a part of). For it takes a bit of an ego to turn your back on the trends and expectations that you are assumed to exert for the sake of ideological principle.

 

Wow, I thought.

 

These people (especially the neighborhood Hispanics who were registered as Republicans) really must believe in their cause and they must be special to expose themselves to the wrath of the ethnic peers whom they are odds with. And the collective mass in Hispanic communities can be formidable; my car was subject to one distinctive act of vandalism when I parked it (stupidly) with open windows in an East Los Angeles Community College parking lot. I’ve always been of the opinion that political conformity tends to dictate most of the mentality that steers Mexican-Americans toward Democratic Party affiliation. Refuting the group-think requires a strong sense of independence and autonomy and boldness; I was vaguely fascinated by the sporadic Republican Hispanic households that drew our attention that early evening in 1984.

 

The Republican Mexican-American element has always been a shrinking violet in American politics, holding steady, never encouragingly large or dismissively insignificant. The 2016 election season, courtesy of Donald Trump, has seen that dynamic overturned. Donald Trump, putative Mexican-hater, has estranged a great swath of the Mexican-American electorate into the opposing corner; justified, or not, it doesn’t matter.  The perception for most Mexicans is that Donald Trump does not like them, and in extreme cases of dislike, there is a deep-seated distrust that a resultant Trump Presidency might lead to situations in which Mexicans face a concerted effort aimed at their legislated disenfranchisement.

 

I don’t believe any of this is the case and my motives for supporting Donald Trump are entirely systemic, and based on the hopeful upheaval of the current globalist economic system that has begun to swallow Europe while simultaneously lifting its upturned jaws in the direction of the United States.

 

Donald Trump is our best chance to refute the one-world Hive-mind, if even for a generation or two.  That’s right; I believe Donald Trump will only buy time, not unqualified relief. The world, the human race, is spinning on an irrefutable axis that will eventually bring the world under one umbrella of intermingled and clashing humanity, an unbearable cacophony of colors and values and traditions, an amorphous blend of misery and disorder.

 

So what if Donald Trump hates Mexicans?  It’s time for us to look at the “big picture” and consider the fate of our generational legacy instead of fixating on the trite, insignificant ramblings of an American politician who has decided our collective ethnic group does not warrant his respect.   We are fighting for our nation and our world.  I am not a Mexican-American supporter of Donald Trump.  I am a supporter of that which maintains the values and traditions of an antiquity that kept our world intact.  Even if it’s only for another 50 years.