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Somewhere, in northern Mexico
*Everything is translated from spanish
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"So...are we mexican or american?" A five year old boy by the name of Ezekiel and his brother walked along the dusty streets of their hometown. The older boy, only recently 15, sighed as he started to explain for the 12th time.
"When the mexicans kicked out spaniards through strength, will, and a man some call Zorro, all was at peace for a little while." The two boys swerved to avoid some chickens as they headed forward.
"But I thought we were spaniards?" Ezekiel said in confusion, making his brother sigh again and rub his temples, Ezekiel started pulling on his older brother in an unsubtle hint to both respond, and give him a piggy back ride.
The older boy continued as he lifted the younger to his back "Well, families like ours" he said with a certain holier-than-thou tone "are descended from pureblooded spaniards, who only married pureblooded spaniards, but since they lived in mexico so long, they considered themselves mexicans, and weren't kicked out."
"So we're Mexicans?"
"Not quite, my young idiot, see, a bit after mexico got rid of the spaniards, the americans from the north swooped in and took over, all the land was declared part of america and all the people were citizans."
"So we're Americans?"
"No, see then it became clear that while america was ok with mexican's becoming citizans, they weren't fond of savages, and because so many of the other people in mexico are descended from savages, americans couldn't really tell the difference between savages and most mexicans, so all people in mexico were issured identification and papers labeling them as mexicans who are american citizans."
A bit of silence passed as the young boy tried to process this. His response was exactly what his brother was expecting.
"This is stupid, let's go throw rocks at someone."