Posted on 07/10/2010 6:12:55 PM PDT by artichokegrower
Appalled by band's language during parade
To the Editor
Being born and raised in Watsonville, attending the Fourth of July parade, held in downtown Watsonville, has become a tradition for me. I was one of those kids sitting on the sidewalk enjoying the patriotic colors, horses, and overall family entertainment the parade provides. I now enjoy watching my own children participate in the parade as members of a local sports organization.
This year, the parade was truly enjoyable until the end. I was extremely disappointed and offended by the final performance of the parade, Rancho Lua. As the lead singer reached the end of Main Street near the post office and police station, he did not hesitate to scream on his microphone "Viva Mexico". As a latina female, I have to say that I am very proud of my heritage and the struggle my mother has gone through to give me a better live, but as a U.S. citizen I would have to say that this comment was unnecessary. We are celebrating the independence of the United States on the Fourth of July and we should respect that. We must also acknowledge the fact that we have soldiers sacrificing themselves daily for the freedom we have today here in the United States. Just as us Mexicanos wat the respect and freedom to celebrate Cinco de Mayo and el 16 de Septiember (Mexico's Independence), I think we should respect the country that gives us the freedom to celebrate our personal beliefs and opinions. I understand those who would say that freedom of speech allows us to make these types of comments. A little respect to the country that gives us this freedom is not too much to ask for.
Unfortunately, this comment by Rancho Lua was not the worst said. During the last block of their performance they did not hesitate to say the word "pinche" several times between their performances. "Pinche" is a curse word in Spanish that translates to the F-word. My children were shocked to hear such language during a family event. They turned to me and said, "That's not right, mom," and I wholeheartedly agree. Rancho Lua did not stop there. At one point the lead singer yelled again between songs. "Pinches gabachos!" which translates to "f------g white peopls:. I was appalled by such behavior and embarrassed as a Latina. I cannot believe that Rancho Lua would in any way think that this type of language would be okay at any time, (cont.)
I have contacted the City of Watsonville to submit a formal complaint with the hopes that Rancho Lua will be reprimanded for their behavior. I thank Doug Mattos at the City of Watsonville for listening to my concerns. I hope that in the future, Watsonville's Fourth of July Parade will be free of performances like that of Rancho Lua.
Ana Hernandez Watsonville
Watsonville is a small city on the Central Coast of California about 100 miles south of San Francisco. Its population is 80 to 90 percent Hispanic.
I love Watsonville and I appreciate the complaint that was filed.
Thank you for this post and thread Artichoke Grower.
IMHO, the vast majority of illegals, who unfortunately get mixed in with those who are here legally to eventually become US citizens, are interlopers, lawbreakers and only want to take advantage, both legally and illegally, of the benefits here in the US. They should be kicked out pronto, I don’t care how long it takes or via what means. Depriving those who want to emigrate here legally vs. those who don’t and continue to cheat the American taxpayer is truly a crime. If they want to yell Viva Mexico, or whatever, they can do so comfortably in their own homeland. Period. And don’t forget to build the wall to permanently end the invasion over the border.
I love Watsonville. I wonder if that idiot thinks he was giving a little payback for the Cinco de Mayo incident up the road in Morgan Hill?
That’s disgusting.
I would never do that.
Next year I will go film there FOR SURE..!
Good post! Sorry 2 year your kids had 2 hear that... :(
That was my thought too. Wonder what a good thing to do on that day would be? My real choice would be dog poo tacos but then I’d be afraid some drunk would actually eat one....
Oh Hell, that would never work. Can you imagine trying to organize a WASP riot?
First they would have to have to solicit volunteers to serve on the riot committee, but nobody would want to volunteer because of prior commitments.
THEN, supposedly the get a number of volunteers for the committee, they would immediately go into scheduling gridlock prior to the first meeting.
IF they happened to get together for the first meeting, there would immediately be two enemies, both of whom demand to be the committee chairperson and would threaten to leave if not selected.
HOWEVER, if they managed to get that far and select a chairperson, they would immediately break for lunch, snacks or drinks — at which time the two or three youngest males (having determined that there are no hot babes present) would scarper...
Yeesh...
By the time they actually got around to deciding on a riot date, choosing the slogans, deciding on where to get the shirts printed, organizing the bake sale, everyone would have totally forgotten what they were supposed to be rioting about and would probably decide to organize a softball tournament instead.
Actually a WASP riot committee would get thoroughy entangled getting the permits & raising the money — which would entail insurance and government forms etc.
Most white people drink beer in plastic bottles, so that would never work.
I mean, even if you filled them with gasoline a rag and lit it, they wouldn’t break and shatter and spread flames.
SOmeone close to me said that they (the interlopers?) do not want ot be Americans, but want to be Mexicans living in America. Is this not the attitude?
Isn’t ‘atzlan’ just a Mexican word for ‘palestine’?
Amnesty is about to be shoved down our throats.
No reward for violating our borders!
Remembering Terry Anderson July 9, 2010
by Walter Moore
Let’s start with that voice of his: mesmerizing.
Terry Anderson’s radio show would have been worth listening to even if all he did was read aloud the ingredients of breakfast cereal. His voice was riveting. Booming — really BOOMING — one moment, then practically a whisper the next; relentless rapid-fire delivery mixed with pauses; he could have captured and held your attention even if you didn’t speak the same language. He was that good.
And Terry was hilarious. A boring man could never have coined the phrase, “The most horriblest clown of the week.” Even when he was “articulating the popular rage,” he could make you laugh. Mixing rage and laughter isn’t easy, but it made it easier for those of us in Terry’s audience to keep our spirits up in the face of the seemingly endless onslaught of, well, horrible clowns, week after week, year after year.
Terry’s articulation of the popular rage was therapeutic. When you heard Terry rant, you knew you weren’t alone. You also knew you were right, because Terry knew right from wrong, and knew how to explain it simply and clearly. Politicians could blow all the smoke they wanted to, but it never clouded Terry’s vision. He had uncommon common sense, and a unique ability to zero in on the truth.
Besides being a terrific speaker, Terry was a terrific listener. You know how sometimes, when you’re talking to someone, you feel as though they’re just waiting for you to stop so it’s their turn to say whatever they already have in mind? You never got that feeling from Terry. Rather, he actually listened to what people said. You could tell from how he reacted, whether you were listening to him on the radio or had the privilege of talking with him in person.
Sometimes, when people would call his show, they knew they had a point to make, but they didn’t know exactly how to make it. Terry listened, and then articulated the point for them. He did so, moreover, in a gentle, caring and respectful way. You could hear the relief and enthusiasm in their voice when they heard him express the thought they hadn’t quite been able to put together on their own.
I even heard him take a call from a little kid — whose parents had put him on the phone — and Terry neither rushed him nor condescended to him. I forget exactly what Terry said, but I remember being impressed; I think Terry likened immigration law to playing by the rules, a concept children understand but many adults pretend not to.
Assembling parts so they work together was apparently second nature to Terry. After he passed away, I read an article about how, from a very early age, he had a knack for taking bits and pieces from wrecked cars, salvaging them, and putting them together to work, good as new.
That’s basically what he was doing with our country. He was salvaging those of us who had given up hope. He found some of us here in L.A., others in Nevada, still others in Illinois — scattered people, all over America, who thought they were alone.
Terry united and connected people all over America who actually care about America. He was like Radio Free Europe and the French underground rolled into one. He provided important information we couldn’t find anywhere else.
When I ran for Mayor of Los Angeles, he was the first person to put me on the radio. He gave me the privilege of talking to people all over the nation on his show, despite my having had zero political experience, no war chest of cash, and no other media coverage. It made a difference. People from all over the country not only wrote to encourage me, but also contributed their hard-earned money to my campaign, because they wanted to help me try to save America’s second-biggest city. I was totally blown away. A police officer in Chicago actually contributed to my campaign. I was so honored.
Terry likewise supported Jamiel’s Law — a “radical” proposal to deny “sanctuary city” protection for gang members. That anyone could oppose such a common-sense, modest, narrow proposal is still stupefying to me. But oppose it they did, and Terry was right there, fighting the massive disinformation campaign waged by people who took the side of gangs rather than the side of gangs’ victims. He didn’t just talk about Jamiel’s Law on the radio; he actually came to the rallies and the protests. That he took his time to attend meant a great deal to me and to the Shaw Family, too. If you had Terry Anderson on your side, you had the angels on your side.
Brave. That’s another word that springs to mind when you think about Terry. More like “fearless.” More like “invincible.” Terry was so strong, fearless and inspiring that It never even occurred to me that he could possibly pass away. I took for granted that we would always have Terry to egg us on, inspire us, keep our hopes up, and lead the fight to protect common sense values we never thought we would have to fight for.
I can’t believe he’s gone. I just can’t imagine a world without Terry Anderson. No one can fill those shoes. He was one of a kind.
I also can’t imagine how terrible his loss must be for his family. He was always strong, strong, strong. To lose such a great man, with so little warning, has to be absolutely impossible.
I just hope Terry’s family realizes how much we loved him, and how grateful we are that they shared this remarkable man with us, shared him with America.
We miss you, Terry, and we won’t let you down. You put us together. We won’t let anyone tear us apart.
http://waltermooresays.blogspot.com/2010/07/remembering-terry-anderson_09.html
I don't get it. My great grandfathers, on both sides of my family, came here from Scotland and England. The minute they got here they cut ties with their past. They became Americans and never celebrated Scottish or English holidays or culture. Do you want to be an American or not?
Not just the attitude of some but part of the teachings to high school students. The Tucson school district had, for many years, a racially structured program for Hispanics only, essentially teaching them that their land (Aztlan) had been stolen from them. It has recently been eliminated but a lot of damage done.
I guess one of my questions would be: did anybody boo or express dissatisfaction with the viva Mexico declaration? Did anyone boo the rude language (although I don’t think pinche rises to the level if the f-bomb)? What about the gabacho comments? There must have been a shortage of rotten tomatoes that day.
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