Michael Skinner, a law enforcement officer with the U.S. Forest Service in Colorado, said warning signs of possible drug trafficking include “tortilla packaging, beer cans, Spam, Tuna, Tecate beer cans,” and campers who play Spanish music. He said the warning includes people speaking Spanish.
What’s next, warnings to hike out quickly and call police if you’re in town and discover fried chicken, watermelon and hip-hop music?
trafficking include â€œtortilla packaging, beer cans, Spam, Tuna, Tecate beer cans,â€ and campers who play Spanish music. He said the warning includes people speaking Spanish.
It’s sad that the culture war and relative poverty among latinos in the US makes the sight of Spanish speaking latinos in our US public lands suspicious.
They (brown skinned Spanish speakers) are good enough to clean our toilets (like me), make our motel beds and cook and serve our food, but they can’t go near our public lands, they are scary and speak in tongues, therefore they are the devil.
I guess there is an automatic presumption of, “Why else would they be there than to grow evil dope plants?”
Cliff you went just where I was heading… it’s like what, chicanos y chicanas don’t go camping?
Life in the US is just so Firesign Theater… with a mix of Monty Python thrown in… George Tirebiter for drug czar!
â€¦ with a mix of Monty Python thrown in â€¦
Not trying to steer things off-topic, but these past 5-10 years, I kept thinking of the scenes in The Meaning of Life, I think called “Corporate Raiders,” where people slaved away on the galleons while the titans in skyscrapers made continued conquests, and that man painting the names of all the “family” of companies they constantly acquired, rebuilding their monopolies.
The only aspect they seemed to get wrong was the accountants weren’t really the slaves, accountant-types really made out. But in any case, the visual transition between the old men hand-cranking adding machines segueing into rowing on galleons was very funny at the time.
Whatâ€™s next, warnings to hike out quickly and call police if youâ€™re in town and discover fried chicken, watermelon and hip-hop music?
Not sure what your experiences are. But I used live in B’ham, AL and it was the norm on the edges of the inner city, in locations completely surrounded by run-down fast food joints, empty buildings, Quick-E-Marts, strip-malls, govt. housing, and miles of pavement, to see folks partying on the weekends with BBQ grills, and those metal barrel smokers â€” which are horizontal and cut in half â€” partying like crazy, having BBQ and beer; but they didn’t play rap music or hip hop.
And you’d drive a block or so and there’d be another group havin’ a time! 🙂 So you hit it pretty close to head-on, at least with my experiences in AL.
allan, once again, great minds think alike.
Things just go ’round and ’round, don’t they? The original prejudice used to sell cannabis prohibition resurfaces later, and in exactly the same way: linguistically ‘framing’ an ‘alien’ culture with a perceived threat. “Plus Ã§a change, plus câ€™est la mÃªme chose.”
I just ran across a quote to go along with my Meaning of Life reminiscences:
Noel Coward, “The higher the buildings, the lower the morals.”
It’s like “we’re not profiling black people, we’re just looking out for niggers”.
Better watch out!
Oktoberfest is coming soon with oompah bands, bratwurst and sauerkraut.
I’m sure some German will be spoken and that means one thing….