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|Tema: Happy Cincou dei Maiou Jue Mayo 05, 2011 5:50 pm|| |
En mi vida celebré el día, en la escuela a la que asistía jamás nos dieron el día y no hacíamos celebración (ches escuelas privadas, nomas negreando guercos), eso sí, todos los años armaban un monumento efímero en honor de Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín.
Pero aquí se hace fiestota, y es una de loas dos mejores fiestas del año, Saint Patrick´s Day y Cincou dei Maiou son "drinking holidays", así que al igual que todos son irlandeses en la otra fiesta, hoy todos son mexicanos, me da risa ver como si ves gente que va al trabajo con sombrero mexicano, inclusive en la escuela hubo varias maestras.
Al principio me molestaba que lo confundieran con la independencia, luego me daba risa que en México originalmente no era una fecha importante (aunque como con Saint Patrick, México tiene ya décadas que hace panchote), pero luego de varios años me di cuenta de lo que realmente es, es el día en que los mexicoamericanos recuerdan que está bien sentirse orgullosos, hoy es el día que puedes festejar que aunque vivas aquí, también tienes tu otra cultura, tus raices, he aprendido a querer el día, bueno, sin el alcohol quién sabe.
Lo que si es que hoy es el día del hijo predilecto de Goliad, Texas, si´alguien ha manejado de McAllen, o de Brownsville o cualquier lugar del Valle de Texas (¿cual valle?, lo busco y nunca lo puedo ver) hacia Houston, de camino encuentras Goliad, que además de ser la otra batalla importante que perdieron los Texians (y que por cierto murieron mas que en El Alamo, lo que pasa es que san Antonio si se puso las pilas), presume que Ignacio Zaragoza es hijo predilecto de la ciudad, tiene un monumento bastante grande.
Trivia para los ñoños, Ignacio Zaragoza era primo por lado de la madre de Juan Seguín, Juan Seguín es considerado heroe de la independencia de Texas, fue senador, alcalde y juez, un pueblo cerca de su natal San Antonio lleva su nombre y tiene su carretera.
Edit: Me faltó la trivia de trivias de el primo de Ignacio zaragoza, fue uno de los 4 miembros fundadores del psartido demócrata en el condado de Bexar, raro por que los mexicoamericanos de esa área son bien republicanos.
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|Tema: Re: Happy Cincou dei Maiou Jue Mayo 05, 2011 7:12 pm|| |
Este tema creo que estaria mejor en Miscelaneos o en Historia, no crees?
A mi el 5 de mayo siempre me paso de noche. No recuerdo haberlo celebrado en la escuela (y yo no fui a escuelas popis sino hasta prepa). Si acaso, me acuerdo que nos encargaban las famosas laminitas (se llamaban asi??) conmemorativas.
Aqui no me queda mas que unirme al arguende (lease con dieresis en la u).
Les paso un post que me llego en feisbuc. No comparto varias de las opiniones historicas de este chavo, pero trata de explicar el significado de la fecha a una audencia gringa.
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Why Cinco de Mayo is a big deal.
by Mario M. Martinez on Wednesday, 05 May 2010 at 15:05.
Why Cinco de Mayo is a big deal
- by Mario M. Martinez
(a primer for my American friends)
So the story of Cinco de Mayo is, like so many great stories, about the underdog winning the unwinnable fight, the scrawny David taking out Goliath, the great champ brought low by the scrappy challenger. In many ways, it's the oldest story there is, but one that Mexicans call their own.
Mexico was born as a nation in 1810, but went through a long, painful childhood without knowing who it was or what it was about. Imagine what the United States would have been like if Washington and Hamilton had been killed in battle, and Jefferson, Franklin and Adams hung like traitors. It's not hard to imagine a lost, leaderless nation, with no framing ideals nor dreams of itself.
That's exactly what happened to Mexico. After the Cry of Dolores starts the Independence War, the four prime movers (ideological leader Hidalgo, Allende the strategist, and Aldama and Jimenez the battlefield commanders) were all captured and executed within a year. The torch was picked up by Morelos, who was executed in 1815. It took six more years of bloody guerrilla warfare to bring Spain, exhausted from its own continental wars, to the treaty table.
The nation that emerged from that 11-year struggle simply had no identity, no direction. Imagine the United States without the Declaration of Independence or the Federalist Papers. Mexico went through FIFTY TWO presidents and FOUR constitutions in its first 40 years. Political differences frequently escalated into all-out insurrection and civil war, as wealthy landowners fought for bigger pieces of the pie.
The other nations saw this mess and decided they wanted a piece of the Mexican pie too. France invaded in 1838, using a pastry cook's unpaid claim of damages (I kid you not) as a pretext. Smelling blood, the United States invaded Mexico in 1846, following "Manifest Destiny" and a dubious claim on Texas, duly whupped the Mexican army and took 55% of our land.
So by 1861, it seemed to all and sundry that Mexico was a failed state, with no leaders and a paper army. Mexicans themselves believed this. So when Benito Juarez (Mexico's first "real" president) stood up to England, Spain and France and suspended interest payments on loans, everyone in the entire world believed that Mexico was about to get kicked three days from Sunday and carved up between the three great colonial powers.
So when those three nations showed up with warships and armies, Juarez brings them to the table and by some miracle gets a treaty signed that prevents an invasion. But the French broke the treaty, landed their armies, blockaded the Mexican ports, and began what seemed like an unstoppable march on Mexico City and yet another victory.
Keep in mind two things: first, the French had not been defeated in battle in 50 years. After Waterloo, the French Army had racked up an impressive string of victories in Spain, Belgium and Algeria, and against the Austrians and the Prussians, twice. Fresh from giving pretty much everyone the business in Crimea, France expected Mexico to basically roll over and play dead. The commanding general, Count de Lorencez, was an experienced battlefield commander, victor at Solferino, Malakoff and Sevastopol fighting against modern, disciplined armies.
Second, even though Juarez talked a good game, everyone in Mexico knew the army could not face France. One after another, cities and garrisons surrendered to the French without a fight. After 50 years of revolution and unrest, there was simply no fight left in the dog.
Or so it seemed. Just then and just like in the stories, a young, basically untried, but fantastically gifted general stepped in to play David to Lorencez's Goliath. His name was Ignacio Zaragoza, a no-name desk jockey from the northern provinces, all of 33 years old.
Zaragoza bloodied his tyro force of 4000 by harassing the French march on Mexico City, then ran off to Puebla to dig in and wait. Then, as now, you can't get to Mexico City without bypassing Puebla, a gorgeous old colonial town built high on the hills. It rains every day in Puebla (this detail is important later) and there were a number of old redoubts and forts that had been built during the previous 40 years of near-constant civil war. Zaragoza dug in, and waited for Goliath.
Lorencez shows up on May the Fifth, "Cinco de Mayo", 1862. He has 6000 well-trained and well-equipped men, their morale is sky-high. He has 18 guns to Zaragoza's 16, including some of the fearsome 12-pounders that had wrecked the Russian forts at Sevastopol. He knows what to do: line up two columns, engage each of Zaragoza's positions piecewise and, with their superior numbers and discipline, drive the Mexicans out.
Only it doesn't quite turn out that way. Lorencez began his attack too late in the day, with too few men; Zaragoza expertly times his gunfire to disrupt two separate French charges. Refusing to even consider defeat, Lorencez commits his entire force to a third charge up the hills, Zaragoza counters by bringing his cavalry to flank the French. And before Lorencez can rearrange his line, it starts to rain, trapping the French soldiers in slushy volcanic mud.
By the end of the day, the French Army was in full retreat, for the first time since Waterloo. Total French dead, 462. Total Mexican dead, 83. It was our own little Agincourt. Zaragoza wires to President Juarez, "The national arms have been covered with glory".
I suppose that, in the grand scheme of things, the Battle of Puebla and Cinco de Mayo are not really a big deal. After all, Zaragoza died of typhoid four months afterwards, and the French captured Mexico City a year later, then installed a puppet empire that triggered a 4-year civil war. But for that time, Mexico was Rocky Balboa, Daniel-san and Po the Kung Fu Panda all rolled into one. And you know what? We Mexicans kinda like thinking of ourselves that way.