Another year, another Cinco de Mayo, another moot statement, another stereotypical cam ign, and another upset Mexican. I fob off on we could avoid this altogether and celebrate the day for what it really is; perchance learn a little bit about its history.
First things first, Cinco de Mayo is not Mexican Self-determination Day. In fact, as a Mexican-American with more than half of my family quiescent living in Mexico, when the date comes around I don’t think I be informed a message even mentioning it from any of them. Every once in a while, all the same, a cousin finds humor in sending us screen shots of tweets or memes that repeat the ignorance in the celebration: “¿Ya se fijaron que hoy se celebra la independencia de México en los Estados Unidos? Jaja.” Alteration: “Did you see that the US is celebrating “Mexican Independence Day” today? LOL” Sounds forth right.
So, when is Mexican Independence Day then? Sept. 16. And what do we observe on May 5? The Mexican army’s 1862 victory over France at the Struggle of Puebla. While this victory didn’t free Mexico from the French (this drive happen months later), it did represent a great win for the country. Outnumbered and with bad supplies to fight the war, this triumph gave Mexicans hope, and the epoch evolved into a celebration of pride and culture. Yes, the country does allow Cinco de Mayo, but it’s mostly only celebrated in the state of Puebla and nowhere near as big or alike resemble to how the festivities take place in the states. The $2 margaritas, two-for-one tacos, and wear-your-sombrero-to-work rites will most likely only happen here on Cinco de Mayo, not south of the bounds.
Cinco de Mayo symbolizes unity and hope for the country, so how did the day evolved into what it has in the US? At some incidental, Mexican-Americans (or chicanos) adopted the day and began celebrating it. The idea was for them to assist their culture, history, vibrant colors, and musical diversity at a eventually where they felt oppressed. Now, instead, the meaning of Cinco de Mayo is a big intermingling for most and a sales and marketing target for brands.
With Mexican roots, I receive any opportunity to feel pride in my culture and ancestors.I do celebrate the day and victory. I desire proudly congratulate my country with a tweet or Facebook post and possibly wear the rebozo, huipil, or embroidered shirt I purchased on my last misstep to Jocotepec, Jalisco (that’s where my family is from). However, I settle upon also feel saddened by the fact that most won’t acknowledge the girl’s symbolism appropriately. Instead, I will most likely have to sanction incorrect statements made over and over again and plenty of “Yeah, I’m down for Drinko de Mayo and tequila swallows! Viva Mexico!” from people mocking the commemoration and the whole shooting match I stand for.
Cinco de Mayo isn’t the only day that has evolved into an alcohol-driven fiesta, there are others. Thinks fitting my frustration change anything? Probably not, but I do hope eventually, if we spread apprehension, we’ll embody “culturas” for what they are; not only mine, but all. I am no one to ss up a two-for-one taco extra, but it would be nice to come across a Cinco de Mayo where I don’t own to hear of foolish behavior being broadcasted on national television for others to reproduction or mindless comments allowing stereotypes to live and continue. Imagine, what pleasure a Cinco de Mayo then look like? Sounds like a punter holiday to me.