La otra cara de América: Historias de los immigrantes latinoamericanos que estan cambiando a Estados Unidos (The Other Face of America: Chronicles of the Immigrants Shaping Our Future)

La otra cara de América: Historias de los immigrantes latinoamericanos que estan cambiando a Estados Unidos (The Other Face of America: Chronicles of the Immigrants Shaping Our Future)

by Jorge Ramos

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ISBN-13: 9789700512204
Publisher: Grijalbo, Editorial
Publication date: 06/15/2000
Edition description: Spanish-language edition
Pages: 326
Product dimensions: 5.62(w) x 8.46(h) x 0.70(d)

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Chapter One

The Border

Tijuana, Baja, California. It was cold, very cold. I was walking toward the border like a zombie, as if a magnet were pulling me to the other side and I had no will to resist. I was here, but I didn't really want to be here. Others just like me were also approaching the border, slowly, gently, but firmly, their eyes fixed on the horizon of bushes and plains. That is where I had to go. Over there. Then, just before we got there, we stopped dead in our tracks. There it was in front of us, the fence, and on the other side, the United States. The fence was a mass of metal about three yards high and full of holes. They spent all that money for that? I thought. In the places where the wire fence wasn't broken, it would have been easy to dig a hole and crawl underneath. No problem. "This fence won't stop anyone," I said aloud. About three hundred yards in front of us, a few men dressed in green, who were standing next to a patrol car, were staring at us through some binoculars. They were so far away that it was like watching characters on a television screen. But they could surely see our fatigue, detect our red, fearful eyes, and read our determination to outwit them. The people next to me squatted, like when you want to go to the bathroom and there is none. They waited. The plan of each one there -- and there were hundreds -- was quite simple: wait for the immigration police to get tired and leave, or wait for the change of shift. After all, there was nowhere else to go and it was only ten o'clock at night. I sat down too. Now the only thing I wanted to know was how did they think they were going to cross theborder and where, when, who to stick with and who to lose. I felt the cold through my pants. My jacket was thick but was not keeping me warm. It was then that I remembered the words of my sister, Lourdes: I was cold inside." I was cold inside too. I drank some watered-down coffee, but it didn't help. Damn cold, damn cold, damn cold, I repeated over and over, as if hoping that the repetition would warm me. I began to shiver. Others were shivering too, but I don't know if it was because of the cold or because they were thinking about what they had left behind. Families had been reduced to black-and-white photographs in a wallet. There were the photos of the little boy who no longer cried and the wife who no longer kissed and the father who no longer smiled, right next to the card showing the image of the Virgin. They didn't really want to leave. Later on, though, they would remember why they were there -- the lack of work: "In Mexico no hay jale." In the meantime, all eyes continued to wait, watching for the man in green to blink, the jeep to move, a moment of carelessness. The bright lights from the U.S. side -- which reminded me of those in Azteca stadium in Mexico City -- fought against the moonless night. All of a sudden, jaws clenched, stomachs became flat as boards, and veins bulged from necks. I was uneasy and began to breathe quickly. The moment to cross had come. Change of shift. You could hear clearly the sound of the jeep starting, and soon the vroom of the engine disappeared. Everyone on our side began to move, as if choreographed; first bent over, and then, once standing, they took off running. I stopped. I touched my pants pocket, and at once I felt different. It was the lump from my Mexican passport and my green card. just in case. The others moved off until they were only shadows, and I stood there, thinking how screwed up life is.

The night I approached the border, still on the Mexican side, there was a man selling plastic bags.

"Plastic bags to cross the border?" I asked one of the boys there. "What for?"

"So you don't get your pants wet, NERO," he replied. Then he added that when you are in Gringoland it's not a good idea if the migra realizes that you have just crossed the border. That could mean a ticket straight to jail.

The sale of bags was not a great business, but it provided enough to live on. Likewise, on small charcoal grills and in buckets filled with ice, others were selling taquitos and drinks to remedy the hunger of those about to cross el bordo. That's what it was called there. It must be one of those words that found its way into the new Spanglish dictionary due to so much repetition.

It's not difficult to find someone to talk to on the border. Hundreds of people, scattered along the border, looked toward the north as if they were waiting for a signal to cross. There is, however, a nervousness in the air, the tension of those who know that in a few minutes they are going to risk their necks, something akin to how soldiers must feel when they are about to initiate an attack.

The conversations are about only one thing: When are you going to cross? Has the migra caught you before? Where is it the easiest? Are you going alone or with a coyote? Strangely, the most relaxed time is when they can see the border police on the other side, which means that at that moment no one can cross.

"Why are you leaving Mexico?" I asked a young man who had several day's growth of hair on his face and wore a white shirt that had not been white for some time.

"You can't live on the minimum..."

The Other Face of America. Copyright © by Jorge Ramos. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgmentsxiii
Introductionxv
From the South to the North: Stories of Mexican Immigrants
1The Border3
2Amelia and San Guivi10
3Falsifying the Future19
4A Day without a Mexican23
5Aspen for the Undocumented27
6Matamoros, New York31
7The Raid35
8Nannies39
9The Reconquest of California45
10The Indispensable49
11From Chicago with Skepticism53
12The Betrayal (or How the Votes of 10 Million Mexicans Were Stolen)56
13Angel, "The Discriminated One"60
14Heliodoro's Letters64
15The Mexican Girl Who Wrote to President Clinton68
We Come from Everywhere
16Elian: His First 150 Days in the United States73
17Cuba Entrenched in Miami107
18Lazaro: A Dissident in Exile111
19Central Americans: From Wars, Laws, and Hurricanes115
20Vieques and What It Means to Be Puerto Rican123
21Puerto Dominicans and New Dominicans129
22The New Colombian Exodus135
23The Muddy Shoes of Venezuela141
Life in the United States
24Nostalgia, Aromas, and Tacos149
25The Call151
26The Rediscovery of Hispanics153
27California Is the Future160
28Loretta and the Voters' Revenge164
29Accomplices of the Undocumented168
30The Labyrinth172
31The Metedolares175
32What Immigrants Contribute to the United States179
Racism
33Julian Samora and the Dogs185
34John Rocker--Face-to-Face with a Racist187
35How to Kill an Immigrant and Get Away with It193
36Video Justice196
Spanglish
37Long Live Spanglish!201
38The Future of Spanish in the United States206
39The Spanglish Professor210
The American Dream
40Why Marta Wants to Leave Mexico217
41Soccer Children220
42La Vida Loca224
43Chef Cristino228
44The American Dream--Mexican Style (or Maria Amparo's Santitos)230
Our Future
45Am I an Immigrant, Papa?237
46Amnesty239
47July 1, 2059246
Epilogue
Where Are They Now?249

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este libro ( o documental) es muy bueno y verdadero. Incluye muchas detalles y informacion que tal vez la mayoria de la gente no sabe,ni siquiera sabe que cosas como las mencionaron son reales y verdaderas. Me encanto la imformacion del libro y el estilo de Jorge Ramos. Ahora tenemos mas armas con las cuales podemos utilizar cuando llegamos a dudar de la presencia de todos los imigrantes de este pais. Todos somos imigrantes (menos los nativos por supuesto que casi nunca reciben merito). Un exito, el libro.