Part 1: Shackled to an
[ungrateful] corpse
Part
3: America's Imported Caste System
Importing Mexico's Worsening Racial
Inequality
Part 2 of a Series on
the Mexican racial hierarchy and its
implications for America
By Steve Sailer
Will
immigration end America's racial divides? Will
interracial marriage convert our descendents
into a beige nation of Tiger Woods look-alikes?
Will the flood of Latin American immigrants, who
lack the North American prejudice against
"miscegenation," usher in a new era of
racial equality where a person's class cannot be
assumed based merely on his color?
This is the
argument of Gregory Rodriguez, a fine young Southern
California journalist of "Unzist" viewpoint -
i.e., pro-immigration but pro-assimilation, in the
manner of
Ron Unz. "Latinos, whose history has been one of
mixture and among whom mestizos are the rule rather than
the exception, understand hybridity, a notion that
America's discourse on race desperately lacks. … Perhaps
once we have fully adopted the concept of mestizaje
into our racial dialogue, we will recognize that Los
Angeles is well on its way to becoming a mestizo
metropolis." [L.A.
County's Answer for Racial Tensions: Intermarriage,
By David E. Hayes-Bautista and Gregory Rodriguez, May
5, 1996]
This theory sounds
plausible. In many ways, it is appealing. Yet, there's
just one little problem. After an experiment lasting
nearly 500 years in Latin America, intermarriage has
utterly failed to eliminate racial inequality. Mestizo
nations like Mexico and mulatto nations like Brazil are
bywords for vast concentrations of wealth among the
white ruling class contrasted with extreme poverty among
the darkest citizens. In fact, in Mexico racial
segregation is worsening.
What Americans
don't comprehend is that, although Mexico doesn't have a
Color Line, it has an insidious Color Continuum. Latin
American immigration will push us toward an even more
extensive racial caste system than the white-black gap
that has so long troubled us.
As my last column
showed, the corruption of Mexican political life
that grows out of this hereditary inequality should
certainly give us pause.
Mexico's top
political scientist Jorge G. Castaneda described the
striking human disparities in Mexico like this:
"But the inequality is
not simply economic; it is also social. A government
undersecretary (one level down from the top echelon of
public service) earned in 1994 (prior to devaluation)
approximately $180,000 after taxes … -- almost twice
what his U.S. counterpart earned before taxes. His
chauffeur (provided by the government, of course) made
about $7,500 a year. The official addresses the employee
with the familiar "tu," while the latter must
speak to the former with the respectful "usted."
The official and his peers in the business and
intellectual elites of the nation tend to be white
(there are exceptions, but they are becoming scarcer),
well educated, and well traveled abroad. They send their
two children to private schools, removed from the world
of the employee. The employee and his peers tend to be
mestizo, many are barely literate, and they have four or
five children, most of whom will be able to attend
school only through the fifth grade."
[The Atlantic, February, 1997 , "Ferocious
Differences"]
Readers in the
American Southwest will find this portrait of life in
Mexico less and less alien. Of course, here our
increasingly faux egalitarian informality that de
Tocqueville found so prevalent among Americans dictates
that wealthy white American masters insist that their
mestizo servants call them by their first name. Nor do
whites call their servants "servants," instead,
laboriously describing them as "the cleaning lady,"
"the babysitter," the "gardener," and so forth.
Still, as a description of America's future, the
essentials are about right. The big difference, of
course, is that to prevent mestizos from "becoming
scarcer" in elite jobs in America, we offer them
anti-discrimination bureaucracies and quotas.
How did Mexico end
up like this, despite twenty generations of
intermarriage? Surprisingly little is written about
Mexico and race. In the U.S., we aren't really aware of
the wide racial range among Mexicans since almost all
Mexican-Americans are mestizos. This is because the
non-Spanish-speaking Indians of the Deep South have been
so downtrodden that until recently they lacked the
confidence to immigrate. (Mexican Indians who don't
speak Spanish, however, have been showing up in
California in recent years. Since they haven't
assimilated into Hispanic culture in 480 years, perhaps
Mr. Rodriguez will inform us when they can be expected
to assimilate into American culture.) And Mexico's white
elite finds life south of the border far too sweet to
come north for anything other than advanced degrees,
advanced medical care, and advanced shopping.
The
CIA Factbook claims that Mexico's 100 million
people are 9% white, 60% mestizo, 30% Indian, and 1%
other. These are fairly arbitrary estimates. It could be
that some of the whites and Indians are a little bit
mixed, but not enough to show. Since Spaniards and
Indians tend to share dark hair and dark eyes, and
aren't all that far apart in skin color, without DNA
tests it's hard tell whether or not people who look pure
Spanish or Indian aren't really slightly mixed. For
example, audiences can be forgiven for accepting Spanish
movie star
Antonio Banderas in roles where he plays a
mestizo Mexican. (On the other hand,
flamboyant, grandiloquent Spaniards and stoic, taciturn
Indians tend to differ radically in personality.)
Nonetheless, the
Mexican elite tends to look strikingly European. In Tim
Burton's affectionate biopic
Ed Wood about the worst movie director in
history, our hero Ed runs into his hero Orson Welles.
The great man
complains that in his new film
A Touch of Evil, the idiotic studio has cast
Charlton Heston as a Mexican! This seemed awfully funny,
until I was looking through the handy pictures of top
Mexican politicians and drug barons (not mutually
exclusive categories) included in Andres Oppenheimer's
luridly frank portrait of Mexico,
Bordering on Chaos.
There I saw a photo of
Hank Gonzales, former Mayor of Mexico City and
billionaire. (His
motto: "A
politician who is poor is a poor politician").
Damn, if he didn't
look like Chuck Heston's brother. And everyone else
looks pure Spanish.
Mexicans don't talk
much about race due to the Mexican government's national
ideology that We Are All Mestizos. By insisting
upon this, the intractable problems of the horrendously
exploited
pure Indians of the deep South can be obfuscated,
while the fact that most of the extremely wealthy are
pure white or near white can be obscured.
Yet, despite
Mexico's massive problems, we should not wholly
denigrate this Mestizo Mythology. Keep in mind that
Mexico is still a far more successful country than many
similar Latin American countries—such as its southern
neighbor Guatemala, where white vs. Indian mass butchery
has been recurrent. The Mestizo Myth may have played
some role in keeping Mexico from turning into Guatemala.
Further, Mexico may be the only country in the Western
Hemisphere to assimilate almost completely (genetically
and culturally) its West African population. Thus, it's
hardly surprising that Mexicans tend to find it prudent
to subscribe to the Mestizo Myth.
There's a regional
aspect to race in Mexico. The backward south is heavily
Indian. The central highlands around Mexico City tend to
be mestizo, while the desert North, which was almost
unpopulated until the 20th Century, is whiter. Thus, the
recent call by the Chicano academic Charles Truxillo for
the creation of a breakaway Republica del Norte, which
would consist of southwestern U.S.A. and northern
Mexico, paradoxically reflects the Northern Mexican's
regional/racial bias against the more Indian parts of
Mexico.
It seems odd,
though, that the Mexican Establishment is so white and
getting whiter. After all, in times of upheaval such at
the 19th Century Reforma or the early 20th
Revolucion, hard-charging mestizos and even pure
Indians clawed their way to the top (such as
Benito Juarez, the only Indian ever to be
President). The ruling Institutional Revolutionary Party
(or PRI) started out fairly mestizo.
In the late
Twenties, the various warlords, robber barons, insurgent
generals, and godfathers who had emerged from the
bloodshed as the highly fractious ruling class agreed to
institutionalize the Revolution. Their brilliant
innovation was to make the President a dictator, but to
allow him only a single 6-year term. This inculcated
patience in other politicians. If you didn't like the
current President because he didn't let enough rakeoffs
trickle down to your faction, don't assassinate him,
just wait. Your clique's turn would come eventually.
Loyalty to the system rather than to the current
President became the most admired virtue. This brought a
massive reduction in political violence.
Corruption was
pervasive, of course. But initially it was fairly
broadly distributed, rather like in Chicago's quite
similar one-party machine. For example, to shine shoes
in Mexico City, you have to belong to the PRI-run Shoe
Shine Union. To stay in the union you must show up at
PRI political rallies and act wildly enthusiastic about
its candidates whenever the TV cameras are pointed in
your direction. But in return, the PRI subsidizes your
union's health and burial insurance plans. For some poor
shoeshine guy, this kind of traditional machine politics
is not such a bad deal. As in Chicago politics, in the
past, most Mexican politicians were ethnically similar
to their constituencies.
So, how come most
of the top dogs in the PRI and other high-status realms
no longer look mestizo? (For example, although the dour
leftist Presidential candidate
Cuauhtemoc Cardenas is mestizo, the charismatic
rightist candidate Vincente Fox has an Irish grandfather
and is 6'5" tall, towering close to a foot over the
heads of the average Mexican man.) This whitening trend
is especially strange due to all the nepotism among
Mexican elites. Many of the big shots in Mexico today
are the grandsons and great-grandsons of mestizos who
made the family fortune during the Revolution … yet they
are much fairer than their distinguished ancestor. What
in the world is going on?
In my next column,
I'll explain what is happening. But here's a hint: watch
Spanish-language shows on Univision and count the
percentage of women who are blonde. It's as if the
casting director for these shows aimed at
Mexican-Americans is David Duke.
[Steve Sailer [email
him] is founder of the Human Biodiversity Institute and
movie critic for
The American Conservative.
His website
www.iSteve.blogspot.com features his daily
blog.]
May 12, 2000