Yesterday we went to Mexico! TWICE! And we didn’t have any tequila or Mexican food. Which sucks because I hear it’s really good down there. But we didn’t have time for that because we had a tight schedule of finding out out exactly how fucked up the immigration policies are of Mexico and the U.S. (HINT: They are veeeeeeeeeery fucked up.) After spending yesterday in an American court room to see the result of crossing the “border” illegally, today we got to see how harrowing it is to make that trip in the first place. As you can see I put “border” in quotes, because after going to the “border” twice yesterday I can definitively say that it is not real. I looked and looked and there was no line anywhere to divide the two countries. There were check points and people with guns, but it is clear that this whole “border” thing was just made up to make some people’s lives unduly difficult and to make other people’s wallets unduly fat. Mission accomplished. The real part is the pain, the sorrow, the death and the injustice.
For more details check out presente.org and puenteaz.org.
We’ve gotten some great footage for the documentary and we’ve rubbed shoulders with some incredible CultureStrike people including Dream Hampton, Roberto Lovato, Elizabeth Mendez Berry, Rinku Sen, Jeff Chang, and even the legendary Maxine Hong Kingston. Special note: she doesn’t seem to enjoy having her shoulders rubbed. At least not by me.
Here’s our first bit of footage, featuring two typically arrogant Americans.
It has been an incredible trip overall and we feel truly honored to have been a part of it. We are even thinking about starting JokeStrike. All the knowledge is bubbling and fomenting in our brian pans and I’m sure the people of Chicago are in for some half baked observations that may only make it to funny by the time we get to Madison.
We are now on a plane to Chicago for our show tonight. We had three less than three hours of sleep and are all a little bit punchy. Before we went to sleep we called a cab to pick us up at 4:30am. And this morning at 4:30am it was no where to be seen. We called them back and the dispatcher told us, just because we make a reservation doesn’t mean a cab will show up. He said, “I can’t force them.” Which has led to a new slogan for Tucson tourism…
Tucson: Come for the oppressive policies towards undocumented workers and general level of racism toward all Latinos, and stay for the fact that you can’t get a fucking cab.
Maybe it’s a little wordy, but I think it gets the message across.
Also the wifi and cellphone service sucks.
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