Anti-Mexican Race Pride: An Insult to Our Lady

On the web site Taki’s Magazine, Charles Coulombe has a brief, thoughtful essay on the immigration question. In it, he summarizes the thinking of Archbishop José Gomez — his own Ordinary, since Coulombe resides in the L.A. Archdiocese. After touching on various points of view in the immigration debate, Charles favorably cites the Archbishop’s, then goes on to consider certain demographic facts that have been discussed on Catholicism.org. He does so with his usual wit:

But even if the border was locked down and every illegal immigrant was shipped home, this cultural change would continue, albeit at a slower rate. The cause would not be mere legal immigration but that unspeakable 800-pound burro in the room—birthrate. The Hispanics have, to a great degree, not yet learned that sterility ought to be marriage’s aim—and that sex is best outside of that union. That has been the Anglo’s fate to discover.

The Anglo birthrate’s collapse has not been the result of a Latino conspiracy, but of Anglo self-indulgence and sloth.

If you like reading Charles Coulombe, you will enjoy this article. If you don’t, you won’t. BUT, whatever you think of the author’s style or point of view, you would do well to avoid some of the reactions in the comments. Wow! I used to read Taki’s material much more, but then a potty-mouthed Nietzschian was made editor. Having received the keys to uncle Taki’s car, he crashed it into a foul swamp of vulgarity. Too, some of the contributors took racial issues to absurd lengths. Genuine racism seemed welcomed in the new editorial policy.

I’m told things have changed for the better under the new editorship. Good. But I guess the readership hasn’t changed, or, at least some of the bigoted evolutionist Malthusians are still around. This would explain why so many of the comments on Charles’ piece were just plain vile, like this one:

Importing a gigantic amount of people who’s greatest bulk of DNA comes from a subspecies of human who *never invented the wheel* is a recipe for disaster.

When you accuse an entire gene pool of racial inferiority, you ought to spell “whose” correctly. But the real problem is “subspecies of human.” Who’s (spelled correctly) he talking about? Mexicans, that is, the people that the Mother of God spoke to in the following fashion:

Listen and let it penetrate your heart…do not be troubled or weighed down with grief. Do not fear any illness or vexation, anxiety or pain. Am I not here who am your Mother? Are you not under my shadow and protection? Am I not your fountain of life? Are you not in the folds of my mantle? In the crossing of my arms? Is there anything else you need? (Our Lady of Guadalupe to Saint Juan Diego.)

Mexico’s greatness is her Catholicity. She forgot that when she murdered her best son, Blessed Miguel Pro. But Padre Pro is an example of how that “subspecies of human” has overcome not inventing the wheel: the intellectual formation of a Jesuit alone makes him an accomplished individual. More importantly, he is an example of how Mexicans, some among them, anyway, have been loyal to their Mother and achieved heroic sanctity.

Another commentator chaffed at Archbishop Gomez’ charge to his fellow Mexicans “to live up to what is best in their own culture and use it to strengthen the mainstream.” He asked a string of rhetorical questions that implicitly held up Mexican cultural contributions to ridicule. To answer this man’s question about worthy elements of Mexican culture, I propose Mexico’s cuisine, her art, her music  (popular, folk, and classical), and her architecture. And then there’s Cristiada, whose trailer, at least, beats most of the foolishness that comes out of Hollywood. Of course, her Religion, being Catholic, has the advantage of being the only one revealed by God.

¡Viva México!

Saint Juan Diego
Saint Juan Diego: One of Mary’s little “subspecies of human”

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTA4FMvR9DU
Another worthless cultural contribution from a half-breed subspecies
of humanity, Manuel de Zumaya. Listen if you can bear it!

(For the humorless out there, this is called “irony.” Thanks for the tip, Wayne!)