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Ruben Navarrette, Jr.
American idols who inspire the wrong
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American
Idols
Up Front
The bloody and bi-national drug war reminds
us that Mexico and the United States are guilty of the same sin:
idolizing, through popular culture, the very drug traffickers that
authorities in both countries now want to destroy.
Ruben Navarrette, Jr.
Recently, Forbes magazine raised eyebrows by designating
as the world’s 701st richest person one Jorge “El Chapo”
Guzman. Alongside telecom moguls and dot.com tycoons stood the reputed
head of the Sinaloa drug cartel, someone the magazine claimed is
worth in the neighborhood of $1 billion. Given that Mexican President
Felipe Calderón has gone “all in” with his war
against people like Guzman and the cartels they manage, several
Mexican officials—including Calderón—were understandably
furious at Forbes and the rest of the U.S. media for glorifying
criminals and killers.
But the Mexicans were vulnerable to the countercharge that they
were being hypocritical because they too have had this fascination
with the rogue, the rebel, and the outlaw.
In 1847, when the United States, intoxicated by Manifest Destiny,
invaded Mexico, the Mexicans put their hopes for revenge in scofflaws
such as Juan Cortina in Texas and Joaquin Murrieta in California.
Many years later, the heroes of the Mexican Revolution were rebel
insurgents Pancho Villa and Emiliano Zapata. While heroes to the
Mexican people, in the eyes of Mexican president Porfirio Díaz,
they were outlaws. Today, the romance surrounds the narcos, who
inspire corridos (folk ballads) and play Robin Hood by blanketing
poor villages with groceries, toys, clothes and other handouts.
You wonder why townspeople are so reluctant to help authorities
nab drug traffickers. It isn’t just fear. It’s also
loyalty.
So who are the Mexicans to criticize the Americans for doing what
they’ve been doing for generations? But then, goes the counter-countercharge,
what right do the Americans have to criticize the Mexicans when
they do the same thing?
After all, the United States was settled by a band of illegal immigrants
who arrived on the Mayflower. The Republic was founded, during the
American Revolution, thanks to rebels and scofflaws. Or did you
think the act of tossing tea into Boston Harbor was lawful, in the
eyes of the British Crown? In the 19th century, in the Wild West,
we celebrated outlaws and gunslingers—from Billy the Kid to
Jesse James to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. And in the 20th
Century, our fascination turned to gangsters such as Bugsy Siegel,
Charlie “Lucky” Luciano, and, of course, Al Capone.
Even today, we still make movies about those people. In fact, Johnny
Depp plays bank robber John Dillinger in this summer’s Public
Enemies. And yes, we even sometimes romanticize drug traffickers.
There’s Al Pacino in Scarface and the 1980s hit TV show more
recent feature film, Miami Vice where the two stars spend most of
their lives working undercover and impersonating drug dealers.
Need we wonder why so many American kids use drugs, and why some
even aspire to drug dealing as a career path—with Hollywood’s
emphasis on the money, fast cars and beautiful women that come with
that life? And need we wonder why, across the border in Mexico,
scores of teenagers are being lured into the world of narco-trafficking
with its promise of fast money, adrenaline rushes and instant respect?
It’s not all Hollywood’s fault. It comes back to parenting.
But parents have powerful and evil forces pushing in the opposite
direction. It’s no wonder that, even when engaged, they sometimes
fail.
Sure, goes the voice in a teenage mind, why not become a drug dealer—especially
in Mexico. You make money. Buy shiny toys. Watch people cross the
street out of fear when you walk by. Are glorified in the U.S. media.
Become important. One day, they might even write a corrido about
you. And hey, maybe they’ll play it at your 21st birthday
party. Or, in a more likely scenario, at what will precede it: your
funeral.
Ruben Navarrette ,Jr. is a regular columnist for Hispanic magazine,
an editorial board member of the San Diego Union-Tribune, a nationally
syndicated columnist with the Washington Post Writers Group, and
a weekly commentator at CNN.COM. Contact him at
www.rubennavarrette.com
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