So I have written and rewritten this blog over and over
because I haven’t been too happy about how I have expressed my self. I guess
though that with the recent events in the soccer world it becomes easier for me
to describe it from this perspective.
I cheer for the USA and Mexico when it comes to national
team soccer. My favorite soccer teams are Club America and the L.A.
Galaxy. Yet, when the USMNT plays Mexico,
I will cheer for the US over Mexico!
I have been called many things because of this. Things like sell-out,
traitor, “pocho”, and coconut, just to name a few. People get angry and
frustrated when they see me walking around in my US soccer jersey and I guess
it’s understandable.
I born and raised in L.A. Grew up on Cantinflas, La India
Maria, and el Chapulín Colorado as my entertainment. Rancheras, corridos and Luis
Miguel were blasted from our radios. My favorite food is “Chiles Rellenos” and
I love “pan dulce” with a passion (my father use to say my real dad was a
baker).
My dad is from Tlalchapa, Guerrero and my mom is from La
Constancia, Durango. I spent my summer vacations in my mom’s childhood home;
Spanish was my first language but even then, like the India Maria once said “ni
de aquí, ni de allá,” which means “neither from here or there.” My cousins
never considered me Mexican and in school I was not American. Even so, you can
tell I am as Mexican as they come.
The US has truly been a land of opportunity for parents and
I. We obtained free education, health services, and a pretty decent standard of
living. English eventually my first language, I like country music (don’t
judge!), funnel cakes, hotdogs and the Beach Boys; hey, I am a Cali dude after
all.
Yet, in a society where you MUST choose a side I have chosen
to root for the US.
I have my reasons. For many, they seem illogical but they’re
my reasons nevertheless. I am proud of my Mexican heritage, don’t get me wrong.
The US though is the country where I was born, raised, and might die in.
In history, Mexicans born in the US have had to fight for
they identity. They were considered outcasts by both their country birth and
their country of heritage. In order to fill that void, the Chicano movement was
born. They fought for the rights of Mexican-American in the US. One of the
greatest leaders in the Chicano movement was Cesar Chavez.
It reminds me a lot of my place here in this earth. The
bible says that we are not of this world. More specifically it says, “If you
were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you
are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world
hates you.” (John 15:19)
So many times we walk around in this world trying to fit in.
We fight the battle of being both spiritual and social beings. The amazing
thing about this is that our identity is not defined by the world. The bible
time and time again identifies those who believe in Jesus and trust in him as
friends (John 15:15), his workmanship (Ephesians 2:10), fellow citizens… and members
of the household of God (Ephesians 2:19), children of God (John 1:12), and many
more. While the world may reject us, God accepts us.
So I guess in the end it doesn’t matter whether I cheer for
the US or Mexico. My identity far more than Mexican-American or Chicano is,
above all things, a Son of God. We are all free to be proud of our heritage. I
invite you to celebrate that heritage! It is beautiful to be part of such a
diverse country where cultures can mix and we can have such things as Korean
tacos, interracial marriages, Spanglish, Tex-Mex music and pizza with a side of
Jarritos to wash it down. Remember, “You were bought with a price; do not
become bondservants of men.” (1 Corinthians 7:23)
I am a son of two countries, but above all I am a son of the
Almighty God, through Jesus, who gave His life for me.
"What else could we do? We don't want any other King. We're your people."
The Mice, from The Last Battle
-C.S. Lewis
