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FIESTA SAN ANTONIO! FORGET THAT WE LOST AND WE'VE GOT NOTHING TO CELEBRATE

On April 21st, 1836, the Anglo Texans, after the Alamo and Goliad massacres, overwhelmed the Mexican forces led by General Santa Anna at the battlefield of San Jacinto. The Republic of Texas was established, and the rest is history.

But in San Antonio, the defeat of the Mexicans is celebrated as Fiesta!, a ten-day bacchanalia that brings millions of dollars to this tourist-dependant city known for its margaritas and mariachis.

A city comprised of a majority-minority population of brown and black people who still suffer the ramifications of San Jacinto and Anglo dominance in finance, education, city government and every other index you can think of.

La gente de San Antonio save their few dollars and spend their cash on the rides, the beer, and the music of Fiesta! Even though they lost the War, their cultura is the reason the city is enriched by them as its leaders continue to impoverish them. San Antonio is one of the poorest cities in the country, one of the most polluted, with a regressive tax structure, and unchecked development. We have four military bases and an Archbishop that comes from an Opus Dei tradition.

But we have Fiesta!

If you don't believe me, read my next blog. Or the previous one....

photo credits:
http://www.texascavaliers.org/kingantonio-investiture.aspx

Comments

a man said…
Nobody believes it when I say..
"I don't celebrate the defeat of my people"
Linda Arredondo said…
its difficult to argue against a party

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