Sunday 24 December 2017

A Bit of a glimpse into the ever more-distant past....

____________    On Facebook, where I check in with less frequency than before, there was a bit of a realistic discussion about being discipline for having spoken Spanish on campus, or worse, in the classrooms during the days that my brothers and I attended McAllen public schools.  Actually the rule was also enforced even in the Catholic schools and the few other church-associated schools in the area.     There was a bit of grousing about it, but most, even the Latin folks who went through the drill in those years, declared that it was probably for the better.  One fellow chimed in during the conversation, declaring that he had been punished for speaking Spanish, even though he was an Anglo in a Roman Catholic school (a very fine school, at that).    The other contributors seemed surprised at that, not quite disbelieving, but truly surprised.  But, it was a true fact.  I decided to contribute a bit of my own experience to the affair, in that I had been sent to "the Anglo school (David Crockett Elementary)" on the furthest northern extremity of the City of McAllen.  This was due to the fact that we lived "way out" to the north of town, but well within the McAllen Independent School District.   We were "farm people", deeply involved in the citrus orchard care business, the citrus business itself, and the raising of cotton and certain seasonal vegetables.     This writer waded in to essentially inform the Latin group that the individual stating that he, an Anglo, was disciplined for speaking Spanish was a true story.  Certainly throughout the Lower Rio Grande Valley, all or almost all schools had that same rule, up to around 1967.   It is hard for our "Winter Texans" to believe now that McAllen, and Hidalgo County was primarily "Anglo" (actually meaning anyone whose first language was English, and who had no Latin lineage).  The ratio of Anglo to Latin was about 3 to 1 when I was born in 1947.   Almost all the Latins were either colonial Spanish or refugees from the Maximilian - Republican war period (1867), the post-Revolutionary period and the later Cristero War during the 'teens through the mid-1920s.     There were substantial changes in the composition of the demographics of South Texas during the l967 - 1990 period.  The ethnic ratios now are about 10% Anglo and 89% Latin of some sort or another.   The other one per cent would be people who identify as being of Black African ancestry or Japanese / Chinese  origin.   There is considerable Latin / Anglo intermarriage...the off-spring calling themselves "Hispanglo"or  "Anglexican" in good humour.______________     So, we waded in with our own story and the basis for the point of view that we might have due to our historical perspective.  To wit:Elvia Alcazar Diaz We went to Sam Houston Elementary. We learned Spanish from my grandfather who lived on 17 1/2 street just block and a half from the school.
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Orlando Caballero I know a Mexican American family that is this way now. Great for teaching the kids Spanish and for when mom and dad need to say something.
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Orlando Caballero 1709 Mobile Ave. Little corner house. Has been rebuilt several times but still in the family. My grandpa was Severo Caballero.
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David Christian Newton I was paddled at David Crockett when a young girl was brought into the class....all of us we little Gringitos in the 1st grade, about half of us were rural (Including your humble servant). The little girl (very cute) was reluctant to speak or engage. and we were scratching our heads a bit...(perhaps she did not like us). At recess three of us, two boys and a girl from the farms to the north of McAllen, spoke to the girl, Magdalena, and she said, very shyly, "....pues. es que no puedo hablar americano, solamente espanol." We were so dumb that we told Mrs. DeWeese, (a classical old battle ax) that we had spoken to the little Mexican girl and she said she could not speak English, and that she is not mad at us." We thought we had really done our good deed. But no...Mrs. Battle Ax dragged us down, literally alternating ears to pull, and threw us on the mercy of Mrs. Queen, the principal. She invited Mrs. DeWeese to return to her classroom, and assured her that the matter would be resolved. We went into the principal's office one-by-one, each of us dreading the three humiliating strokes. The principal's secretary went in to serve as a "witness". Mrs. Queen took the paddle and whacked her desk-top somewhat deliberately, and hard enough to sound at lease something like a swat. I was first, Bruce King was second, and Suzy Quentin (?) was last. Mrs. Queen told us that if we divulged (told) any of the students that we had not been paddled, that she then would paddle us for that. It was a different time. But remember...everyone who was of Mexican / Spanish origin who went through that procedure, learned well and quickly how to speak English...frequently better than some Angloids whose native tongue is English. My exposure from infancy to scores of Mexican workers....Tarascan Indians from Guanajuato, and white Mexicans from the Monterrey - Allende - Montemorelos - General Teran citrus and industrial areas....all pushed me to learn to speak with them on their terms. It was, of course, one of my eldest brother's and my greatest gift from those industrious, honest, and compliant men who always returned back to work with my father, and Mr. Niece and Mr. Alpers and Mr. Schroeder. My mother and father, in their grove-care business and other farming activities employed over 1,100 Mexicans during the bracero programme, and we also had men who were "tourists". When they went back home for whatever reason, they always refused their money, telling my father to send the money, "por Telegrafos". And, the addresses very frequently were "Domicilio Conocido", Yurriria, Guanajuato (or similar). At times in the early 1950s, my father and/or my mother and I would go over to Reynosa to the Telegrafos and send, at times 2,000 or more dollars to eight or nine different addresses...and the money always arrived.
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What was the workers' reason of wanting their money transferred? Because they might spend it, or because they might get robbed?

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David Christian Newton (Apparently my response last night did not "stick".) One reason was because the workers did not like having to show how much cash money or certified checks they had when crossing back into Reynosa to find a bus to the west and south. The Aduana officials would take 10% of their total funds, ostensibly to pay as a required, legal contribution to the returnee's Instituto Mexicano de Seguro Social - IMSS. That, as you know is Mexico's socialised, or public, health system. It also has a bit of a pension element as well. But even more than that, they were concerned about falling prey to seductresses, gambling schemes and gamblers on the bus, train, or at the bars or restaurants along the way, and being cheated or fooled out of their truly hard-earned lucre. Finally, however, their main concern was being held up or just plain robbed by force or otherwise by highwaymen or professional thieves. My parents would give the men a small amount for meals and for the better class of bus transportation, perhaps 100 pesos. It seems so little now, but even as recently as 1963, I remember going to Miquel Aleman, for instance, to a nice little diner across the main street from what passed for a Plaza Mayor there. There I could order a decent, small hamburger (very good, tasty, and well presented), and a small Coke. I would pay with a one peso slightly silver coin, and receive one of those huge 20 centavo coppers in change. I would leave that coin for the waitress. One peso....$0.08 American cents. In the year of our Lord, 1963.
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    We decided to publish some of these stream of consciousness exchanges and experiences, partially because various people have suggested that we compile and circulate these remembrances, and partially because I am old enough now to really not be constrained by reactions people might have concerning my attitudes, beliefs, and experiences.

More later.  As always we are profoundly honoured at the attention and time that our readers invest with us.
El Gringo Viejo
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Friday 22 December 2017

All Republicans and rightwingers say...think....do.... (Let us celebrate this significant moment of political success) (amended with typing corrections 23 December 2017)

Whooopeeee!!!  Last one into the lake is a Hippopotamus's Uncle.
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    We are frequently humoured by the proclivity of the sophisticated class including the weather / climate alarmists, and the social justice sages, the Che T-shirt crowd, and Hollywood elites to lump  their "enemies" into the Group of Lost Souls.

   The Classical Liberal as well as all Confederate Republican (not klanner), any self-described conservative, conservative-libertarian Republican, or Log Cabin type Republican, or Country Club Republican, or Moderate Republican, or traditionalist, Evangelical, or other form of religious Republican...ad infinitum... are to be squashed into pickle barrel and brined.

   Those who are sealed in and survive must be prepared for transhipment to Auschwitz or a Siberian Gulag.  That group is presented almost always, by the Obsolete Media and Hollywood as the retro-neanderthal, war-monger, and of course, incurably racist.

     The Democrat Ghouls on Capitol Hill are even more strident.  Elijah Cummings, Nancy Pelosi, Algae Hastings (convicted felon extraordinaire and yet later elected and allowed to sit in the Lower Chamber as if he were a human being and not a criminal slug) and almost the entire Congressional choir and acolyte corps  (no, Barry, not corpse), seem to become more hysterically irrational the more hysterically irrational they become.  Pocahontas, Bernie...very much appear to be increasingly devoid of any reason whatsoever.

   Why does Pocahontas not return her salary earned under the false pretence of being a "real, live Injun?"   Why does Crazy Bernie rail-on about the unjustifiably financially endowed, when he lives in a mansion?  It is all very confusing.


How many yachts do billionaires need? How many cars do they need? Give us a break. You can't have it all!
(Famous quote from the depths of Uncle Bernie's mind)
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Bernie's Hideaway - 
  
    Of course, Bernie buys a $575,000 home, apparently in cash, three weeks after endorsing (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew after the Democrat national convention in 2016.
   "Movin' on up, Bernie?" one might ask.  Or perhaps it was just that his other two homes were not quite enough.

     And of course, we are waiting for the notification from I'marealinjun.com, the certifying agency for people who falsely declare American Indian ancestry, concerning Pocahontas.  Several cultural anthropologists have suggested that she does appear to be from the Indian Nation of Scandinavia, long noted for its people of American Indian ancestry.  Or not.


    Our side of the aisle does not need to apoligise for insensitivity.  We far exceed the "socially concerned class" and the "consumer class" in terms of social volunteer service and private, charitable financial support for man and beast alike.   With that considered, I still implore the Almighty that He disregard my arrogance and glee about the resolution of the Tax Adjustment matter recently closed in Washington, District of Colombia.

     We hope that that the rank and file take note.   Allow me to state again that there are various types, colours, sizes, and temperaments of Elephants now and in this matter of tax adjustments and the 
abolition of the national socialist nightmare of Obamacare.  But we all came to the trough, in one manner or the other.

     We must admit, save for 12 jerks who say they are Republicans in the Lower House (who voted with the Democrats on 20 December 2017), all the Republicans finally...finally...amalgamated around the necessity for America to have the pleasure to witness an Elephant Stampede.   In making this observation, El Gringo Viejo is confessedly admitting to the fact that all the above-mentioned factions of the Republican Party finally unified, as in the soldering of a broken axle, and stuffed the Social Justice Warriors and socialist ghouls a little deeper into the dust-bin of history.

     Among those hypocrites who were quick to speak out against the resolve of those who want the populace to control, each his/her own funds and future was the estimable Alcee Hastings, convicted felon, removed from the federal bench in shame for having received substantial bribes to put his thumb on the scales of justice.
     In fact, his conviction was overturned, but later it was demonstrated by a judicial review, that Hastings had lied under oath even in the matter of his appeal, as well as his trial.   To wit:



Chronology:

August 28, 1979
President Jimmy Carter appointed Alcee Hastings to the Florida federal bench, making him Florida's first African-American federal judge.
February 4, 1983
Judge Hastings was acquitted in the criminal trial for perjury and bribery.
March 1983
A month after Hastings' acquittal, two U.S. District Court judges filed a complaint against Hastings under the 1980 Judicial Councils Reform and Judicial Conduct and Disability Act (PL 96-458), accusing the judge of fabricating his defense.
August 25, 1986
Hastings tried but failed to block federal judiciary from making a formal recommendation to Congress.
September 2, 1986
The 11th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Atlanta voted to recommend impeachment to the House, despite the fact that Hastings was acquitted in his criminal trial.
September 3, 1986
Recommendation of Circuit Court forwarded to U.S. Judicial Conference.
January 16, 1987
Hastings petitioned Congress to terminate the judicial investigation and to repeal PL 96-458, which provided the legal basis for the investigation. The Senate referred the petition to the Judiciary Committee.
March 17, 1987
Subsequent investigation of Hastings'
actions led the panel of 11th Circuit Court judges to conclude that Hastings had lied during the trial and was guilty of perjury and bribery, and that he had fabricated his defense.  The 27-judge panel certified that Hastings had "engaged in conduct which might constitute grounds for impeachment," and recommended impeachment to the House of Representatives (unanimous vote).
April 18, 1988
U.S. Supreme Court rejected Hastings attempt to invalidate the Judicial Councils Reform and Judicial Conduct and Disability Act.
May 18, 1988
House Judiciary Subcommittee on Criminal Justice began investigating charges against Hastings.
July 7, 1988
House Judiciary Subcommittee on Criminal Justice voted 7 to 0 in favor of impeachment.
July 26, 1988
House Judiciary Committee voted 32 to 1 to approve 15 articles of impeachment, and approved 2 other articles by voice vote.
August 3, 1988
House of Representatives voted 413 to 3 to approve 17 articles of impeachment.
August 9, 1988
House of Representatives formally presented impeachment resolution to the Senate.
January 26, 1989
Senate Rules Committee heard arguments from House Managers and Hastings' attorneys on how to conduct impeachment trial. Defense attorneys also asked that Hastings be allowed use of Senate funds in his defense.
March 15, 1989
Senate began impeachment proceedings. Hastings appeared before the Senate, asking that the articles be dismissed, claiming a second trial would amount to "double jeopardy."
March 16, 1989
After a two-hour closed session, the Senate rejected Hastings' motion for dismissal by 92 to 1 vote. (Senator Howard Metzenbaum later stated that he believed Hastings had already been tried and a further trial was not warranted and violated protections against "double jeopardy.")
March 16, 1989
Senate passed S. Res. 38, creating a 12-member Senate Impeachment Trial Committee.
April 12-13, 1989
Senate Trial Committee deliberated in closed session.
May 18, 1989
Senate Trial Committee rejected Hastings' request for Senate funding of his defense.
July 05, 1989
Judge Gerhard A. Gessell dismissed Hastings' complaint that he would not receive fair trial unless the full Senate heard all evidence and testimony.
July 10, 1989
Senate Trial Committee began hearing evidence, a process that continued until August 3, 1989.
October 2, 1989
Senate Trial Committee presented its report to the Senate.
October 2, 1989
Senate Trial Committee presented its report to the Senate.
October 18, 1989
Case came before the full Senate. Hastings, on the Senate floor, spoke in his own defense.
October 19, 1989
Senate deliberated in closed session.
October 20, 1989
Senate voted on 11 articles of impeachment, convicting Hastings on 8 articles, with 2 articles falling short of the necessary two-thirds majority for conviction, and a third article receiving a 95 to 0 vote for not guilty. The president pro tempore of the Senate ordered Hastings removed from office.

Closed Sessions:
Trial Committee:
April 12 and 13, 1989
Full Senate:
March 16, 1989 (2 hours)
October 19, 1989, 2:05 p.m. to 9:20 p.m.
(It is necessary to point out that at this time the Democrat party controlled both House and Senate.  That fact will give the reader some notion about the level of egregiousness Hastings committed.) 
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    We shall refrain from commenting about (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew' brother   being sued by a group of Red Chinese investors due to his and Terry McAauliff's stiffing them in a fraudulent investment scheme.   It is certain that all the people must be very proud that Terry (ex-governor of Virginia), and the oft-convicted and legally chastised brother of the estimable (Sir Edmund) Hillary Corkscrew.   We remember when this fine example of rotted nepotism, a true felon in his own right, was appointed to a position of share-holder in a Haitian gold mining deal after the Haitian earthquake.   His total lack of knowledge of procedures associated with mining and processing gold, combined with his social record, are certain qualifiers for an executive position in such an enterprise.  (Oy Veh!)

A lot of fruit falls very close to an open sewer.  I think that's the way the saying goes.

EL GRINGO VIEJO
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Sunday 17 December 2017

Trials, Tribulations, and Triumphs - quite an episode

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     We  have just returned from our little place in the middle of nowhere Mexico, after a couple of weeks stay.   It was generally uneventful, except for a couple of occurrences.   Most of El Gringo Viejo's time is taken up by letting three obstinate but appreciative female cats (all 15 years old) in and out, each at a different time (usually), feeding them (each in her own special place), by putting the crunchy cat food and kitty-candy on the tile floor between the pantry and the kitchen. 
     At times they all eat together, in an autistic sense, actively ignoring one another.  Most of the time, each eats alone.   The two sisters seem to communicate almost continuously.  The calico is the odd girl out.

    Our all-black mongrel hound is deferential to the cats, and seems to appreciate them going down to the Rio Corona on our almost daily walks.   That dog is joined by one who is now the only Rhodesian Lion Hound of several who have "worked" at the neighbouring property, the Hacienda de la Vega.

We include this email as an example of the "briefing" we passed around to family and associates yesterday:


Hello to one and all,


     We returned through the rain yesterday after being down at our place in Nowhere, Mexico.  The first couple of days was fairly tolerable, but the bottom fell out at the end of the first weekend, and continued to become more problematic as the days went by.

snow-5
A portion of the several-score miles of
traffic, stalled on the expressway
between Mexico City and the
Saltillo, Monterrey, and
Texas destinations

The main problem was, lamentably, the weather.   Three or four normal days were replaced by the demands of a steadily falling thermometer that finally fell into the 30s, Fahrenheit.  That continued for the better part of 6 days, without abating.   Finally during the latter part
 of the episode, freezing precipitation began, usually during the night.

  While being, admittedly, a sporadic thing, the spates of sleet pinging on the roof of our little covered parking space, and the swirl of snowflakes and actual clumps of snow would
 bedevil the onlooker three or four times every hour.   Usually the episodes would last
 for a minute and up to five minutes.  Please take note of the of ice which froze
 overnight, below.It drew my attention when I literally saw a Confederate
 Warbler "walk on water" as he crossed the bowl.  I then found
 a silver serving spoon and placed it so as to demonstrate to
 our friends and family that the bird was not
 an angel or saint. 

    The temperature flirted with 32 degrees frequently, until the end of the rainy-snowy part of Old Man Winter's visit.   On the last night, of course, everything cleared off to leave a
 celestial that even I have never seen excelled.   The stars and the Milky Way were
 truly almost within reach.   It was fairly obvious that we were in a frosty
 morn,or worse, a damaging freeze.   My water heater had lost its pilot
 light due to the strong winds, but it responded immediately to my
 efforts to "reboot" at 03:00 a.m. on Monday morning,
 if I recall correctly.

Frozen water in the aluminum drip
bowl that "feeds" our bird pond
below.   The serving spoon is
silver, being used to show
that the water truly was
frozen solid.
   Another great benefit during this event was that the electricity never wavered, cut out, or backed down at any time.   With the cold (breaking records in some locales nearby) being so intense, and with the three days of winds ranging from 15 to 50 miles per hour  for much of the period, we still never lost power.

     Points just to the northwest of us, for instance, had very heavy snow and sleet events.  The event finally closed the main central highway  connecting Mexico City to Saltillo,
 Monterrey, and Texas. The main choke point was the Pass of Buena Vista where
 one of the major battles of the Mexican - American War was
fought back in 1847.

    Suffice to say that the closure of Highway 57 (pictured above)caused essentially an 80 mile "traffic dead zone" where several thousand vehicles were trapped for as much
 as 36 hours.  Some snow totals exceeded 30 inches.
  Sleet was also common.

The crowning event, perhaps, was in my catching up with my Consuegro John, by having a "physical injury incident".   He has had about three relatively serious brushes with things
 that could have had a lot more than just "serious brushes".   I finally caught up a little
 by returning from the Rio Corona and a brief overlook of the property of our
 neighbour late Tuesday.  As I approached the porton (swinging entrance
 gate), my two canine friends were "assaulted" by three unknown dogs.
   One of my canine "friends" is a Rhodesian who is a little "of age",
 and who actually "belongs" to the Hacienda de la Vega.But,
 he prefers our precincts when that owner is absent.

The three "visitors" looked like unkempt ruffians, and they put on a fairly threatening show.  Prieto, my dog, and Terco, the Rhodesian, barked and growled and put up a good
 return show.   The problem began when I turned to open the latchet of the gate,
 at the very second that Prieto (Blackie) stepped on my plastic "chancla" heel,
 freezing my forward progress for a fraction of a second, and causing 
me to fall head and shoulders first into the steel gate.
   I suffered a fairly significant gash to the left side
 of my forehead.

It bled profusely.  I used a roll and a half of toilet paper while trying to stop the bleeding, and then set about cleaning up the disgusting bloody mess.  Co-lateral damage included
 badly, but superficially bruised elbows, knees, and left collar bone.
   It was a set of disorders that should have made any hypochondriac
 proud.  I called our neighbour and had him call our
 Mayordomo, Alvaro to come and attend to El Gringo
 Viejo.   It took me about three days to be certain
 that I could drive back to the promised land.

On a more positive note, the Ejido Francisco I. Madero formed a Committee of Sanitation of Public Places.   During my first pass down to the Rio Corona on this particular jaunt,
 it surprised me to note that the entire area adjacent to the Rio where there is a
 large area of access had been cleaned to a stunning degree.  The people
 had even gone into where the bramble starts some 20 to 40 feet back
 from the Rio and clean meticulously under, over, and around the 
wild shrubbery, extracting all nature of junk, garbage,
 and disgusting things.
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Fifteen years ago, that stretch was essentially a public garbage and litter dump (unofficially).   Alvaro and I went and gradually restored the most accessible parts to some
 semblance of presentability and sanitation. We continued,
 singly and in tandem, to go down
 and "police the area".

But this work was done like someone trying to establish something really impressive and almost totally thorough.  The "cleaning crew" was composed of teenagers
 and family heads (about 30 people) who volunteered from the Baptist
 Church and the Roman Catholic Church, both almost within
 a stone's throw of the Quinta.  Their work was
 almost military grade.



More later.  Some of the above will appear in the blog and on Facebook.
DCN I
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