While waiting for my flight home from Las Vegas, I looked up from my laptop long enough to see an elderly woman walking with a cane towards me. She introduced herself as Mrs. Ferguson from Henderson Texas. She was clearly of Mexican national origin, and did not look like what I perceived a Mrs. Ferguson should look like. Before I could ask, she started telling her life’s story. “I’m a Mexican American, and I have lived in Alaska, Hawaii, Tennessee, Texas, and Germany, and the father of my four children, my first husband was killed in Vietnam. When she first came to America, she learned to speak English, and she admitted proudly, honored and privilege to do so.
Later in her life she met a Mr. Ferguson from Henderson Texas her second and current husband, “I real hillbilly from Texas” she said, I never cared too much for hillbillies until I met my husband. Growing up in America it seemed the hillbillies were not very tolerant of Mexicans, and now I am a hillbilly, life is funny that way. She smiled and reminded me that we are all immigrants in America.
Until that point, her voice had much excitement in it, and then she began to speak about the Mexican mountain people and how the Mexican government was trying to starve them to death. These people will eventually grow tired of this and fight back, and that is what people do! Thank you Mrs. Ferguson for a simple reminder of what people do.
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