#chuntaros

[literaryfairy95]

SWAG

[jerryjimenez-blog]

Gotta get me some of these boots man! Don't mess with this chuntaros swagger.

[foreverett]

Pinche Narcotraficantes

My uncle was kidnapped by a mexican cartel about three weeks ago.My mom had just found out today because my grandmother decided to ask her for randsom money. She came to me balling and expecting a sad face at the loss of her brother. I could not muster up any empathy. I just asked her a few questions till she realized I wasn't the best shoulder to cry on

Maybe it wasn't shocking because I found out about it on facebook not to long ago. What makes me worse that I knew my uncle was kidnapped and didn't tell my mom or that I don't empathize with my mother? Honestly I wasn't even saddened when I heard the news.I guess the reason being is my mother and her family never really saw eye to eye. As a result I didn't grow up in the normal mexican american heritage. I was taught to dest that lifestyle. I grew up looking at people who had bar-b-ques while listening to Northeno as lower than me. She grew up from those humble backgrounds so she can relate and hate each and everyone from experience. I on the other hand have grown up to hate chuntaros with every fiber of my soul without first living the culture (when I did I didn't like it very much). I can recognize chuntaros are nice people; all the same the culture drives me up the wall. I am no better than they are, yet I loath them for the same reasons my mother has. It was learned. I have learned to hate so much that it doesn't even matter that my uncle is more than likely dead because he is a chuntaro. 

I'm just desensitized to a way of life that I don't appreciate or really want to in the first place. What I find the most sad of all is that I have "othered" my family enough to not even to bother to tell my mother that her brother is in grave danger. It was just another fleeting piece of information in my news feed. Knowing me I would have liked it. 

[amoresfingidos]

VIVA MÉXICO CABRONES!