February 2, 1848 - The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo is signed between the U.S. and Mexico, ending the Mexican-American War (1846–48). With the defeat of its army and the fall of the capital, Mexico entered into negotiations to end the war. Mexico was forced to give the U.S. 55% of its land – the Mexican territories of Alta California and Santa Fé de Nuevo México – which now are the U.S. states of California, New Mexico, Utah, Colorado and Arizona as well as Texas. This unfair treaty paved the way for the national oppression of the Chicano people in what had been the top half of Mexico and is now the Southwestern U.S.
(image: map of Mexico and the U.S. before the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo)
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Don’t even get me started on the U.S. War with Mexico.
just HOW DO PEOPLE IGNORE THIS
OH YEAH BECUASE WE’RE NEVER TAUGHT HOW PEOPLE LIKE ME (OF MEXICAN DESCENT) SO MANY OF US ARE CONTINUED TO BE TREATED AND PUNISHED LIKE WE’RE OTHERS BUT REALLY I WAS BORN IN MY LAND WHERE I SHOULD NOT BE AN OTHER I WAS BORN IN MY HOME, THE BORDER CROSSED US, WE DID NOT CROSS THE BORDER IT’S MUHFUGGIN HISTORY/AMERICAN IMPERIALISM ETC.
This is literally how all of the countries of the world were formed today. Imperialism, treaties, re-drawing maps due to war. It’s not just America, it’s the entire world. The Ottoman empire was completely dismantled after WWI. And I’m sorry but if this map had stayed the same you would still be an “other” because your entire linage and ancestry would be completely different from what it is now. You’d be an “other” in the sense that you might be a completely different person or not exist at all like I’m sorry that history and humanity is brutal and violent but if any little thing in the past changed you might not be here today.
SO I’m supposed to be happy with being here and existing and take my very existence as my prize? Fuck that. No. For me, it feels like (Note the use of feelings of being physically uncomfortable with what you’ve said, something you may or may not also feel like you can argue with my initial bodily reaction to your words, which I again will disagree with) you’re basically saying "I’m sorry the world is racist and has been bad but at least you’re here so that’s how it is, get over it." I have issues with this reasoning for a few thousand different reasons, which I will not go into, but will merely say I disagree. I will not be silenced in this way and say that I am grateful to be a product of American imperialism.
I know it’s not just the US, I know it’s been the case for quite literally forever. I’m a senior international relations, anthropology, women & gender studies TRIPLE major. I know how the world has been put together, shoved together, taken from one another, murdered and raped, pillaged and plundered, etc. THUS pointing out these facts, which I am well aware of I find obvious, trivial and a waste of time.
You seemed to have not read my commentary, which referenced how we are not TAUGHT this history, this is a different form of oppression, silencing this history, not explaining my skin or my history or my color or why my family was different, creating issues within the psyche of the other, self esteem, identity, cultural differences, languages, etc. Withholding this information is damaging. I am not merely talking about how borders are constructed because at this point in my academic career I could engage you in a conversation about that, however the construction of the “other” or, ME CAUSE I’M BROWN, has lasting damaging effects on/through generations resulting in people like me, who are stuck between here and there, and bear this ontological shame, the shame of just being, because we are not wanted, even though we are slowly becoming the majority, we still don’t match the predominant standard, and we are continually shamed for situations we had NO control over.
SO, I disagree, and no, I am not just grateful to “exist”, because I and so many others, deserve better. We, our families who have worked and fought so hard, they, we, deserve better.