By Genesis Becerra
What does it mean to be Mexican? Does it mean working in the fields from dusk to dawn? Or does it mean mowing people’s lawns all day? Or maybe it means selling fruit on the side of the street to earn a little bit more to cover the rest of your rent. Can someone speak Mexican even if they aren’t? Or maybe if you’re not Mexican you can be proud to be Latino but if you are Mexican you cannot be proud of your blood. All my life I have heard from people around me that I shouldn’t be proud to be Mexican. They claim I should be ashamed since my people obtain jobs in an ‘unprofessional’ manner and cause nothing but illegal actions. But despite all the stereotyping, discrimination, and even anti-immigrant prejudice, I am proud to be Mexican.
According to World Population Review Mexico is number one when it comes to the hardest workers in the OECD, clocking in “…an average of 2,148 hours per year”. Despite Mexico’s labor laws, which limit “…the workweek to 48 hours”, it is often ignored due to high unemployment rates and very low pay. My people are hard workers. When times get tough we find a way to keep going and even strive for more. The jobs might not be luxurious but they are jobs that must be done. These jobs are usually done for the family and to give them a better life. Many laugh at construction workers but at the end of their shift, they can come back home to a loving family who is not struggling. They come home to children who are grateful and who work hard in school to get a better and stable job. When the children grow up and have that better job and even a family, they can always look back to their parents who broke their backs for them and truly appreciate the hard work that was put into creating this future.
Love is a huge part of being Mexican. No matter how hard times get, how poor you are, or even if you don’t have a job the people around you will always fill you up with love and encouragement to make sure you get back up and finish what you were born to do. You feel the love through the music when you are out dancing and the world just stops for a moment. You feel the love through food when your grandma makes tamales during Christmas. You feel the love through church when someone lights a candle for you. Love is embedded in our blood. It comes out through our words and actions. To be Mexican is to love.
So when you ask me if I am proud to be Mexican? My answer will always be yes. I am proud to come from hardworking people. I am proud to come from loving people who are there to support you no matter how hard time gets. I am proud to be a part of a culture that centers on family values. I am proud of the children who work hard at school and in their jobs to make their parents proud of all the sacrifices and work done. So yes, I am proud.