In "A Line in the Sand; The Alamo in Blood and Memory" by Randy Roberts & James S. Olson, there is a story of a successful American family of Mexican descent who come to visit the Alamo.
The father, a CPA with a degree from Wharton, poses his family in front of the Alamo for pictures, and tells his girls of the integrity and courage that were displayed there, and the need to emulate those qualities in their own lives.
He is promptly set upon by a white grad student, brimming with PC platitudes, who aggressively hectors the father. Failing to be put off politely, the sophomoric Sandanista rudely continues (quoting directly from the book):
"You shouldn't be teaching your kids this stuff."
The CPA stopped short.
"Escucheme, bolillo (Listen to me, white bread)," he said sharply. "If Santa Anna would have won the war, this whole city would be a shithole just like Reynosa. Soy tejano (I'm a Texan). Mind your own goddamned business. It's my Alamo too."
|And so it is. Mine, too.|