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November
1, 2008
Badly
Disorganized Thoughts About Mexico
Brain Rot,
Aphasia, and God Knows What. Maybe Brain
Worm
by Fred Reed
Damn. The longer I live in Mexico, the more I
realize that I know less about it than people who
don't. Apparently it is a far simpler country than
the one I live in, being summed up by pat
assertions, neat statistics, and confident
descriptions often bearing little resemblance to
anything I see. Curious: Almost everyone who comes
down here responds, "This isn't what I expected."
To understand Mexico, it seems important to do so
from somewhere else. Things are som much clearer
that way.
I am part of an internet list of people who take
a very dark view of Mexico, in many ways justified,
but in many ways not. In particular, members of the
list, like most of America, cannot conceive that
there might be any intelligent life at all in
Mexico. A couple of my (slightly edited)
postings:
"We [my wife and I] dropped the car off
at the Toyota dealership and to pass the time we
walked to Plaza del Sol, a minorly upscale shopping
center in the suburbs of Guad. In it is one of the
Gonvill chain of bookstores hereabouts. There are
many.
"Wandering around, I noticed a book called
Fundamentals of Circuit Analysis --
shrink-wrapped, but I'd guess about 600 pages of
circuit analysis. Next to it was Elements of
Electronic Design or something very close to
that title, and many other such. A substantial pile
of Differential and Integral Calculus was at
eye level, both the height and pile suggesting that
the store expected them to sell. Countless high
school books -- Biology I and II, etc
at length -- were there for kids going to private
schools. (They feature purines and pyrimidines, the
genetic code, and suchlike primitivism. Thanks to
ex-president Vicente Fox, public school students
get their books free.) I saw shelf sections labeled
Physiology, Anatomy, Biostatistics, Surgery, etc.
Wandering by the computer section, I saw many
titles such as "Data Structures and
Algorithms in Java," and Network
Design, as well as inevitables such as C++ and
Visual Studio.
"The store not being specifically technical,
literature outnumbered tech stuff. Most of the lit
you would find in a Border's was there: Dusty
Evsky, Twain, Kafka, all that, plus odd titles like
Dracula in Acapulco. Authors were
well-covered. For example, I counted 12 books by
Mario Benedetti who, like a lot of South American
authors, gringos have never heard of. There were
Elements of Esthetics, biographies of Mozart
etc, books of paintings of the Ashcan School and
such, books of all the usual philosophers.
"All of this was in Spanish. It was not a store
for pale bwanas. There were plenty of people
looking at the books. I was the only gringo.
"Now, Mexico [according to the computer list
on which I posted this] has a mean IQ of 85.
That at any rate we are told. So do American
blacks. Does this compute? Show me a bookstore in
America primarily patronized by blacks with these
titles.
"This doesn't make sense, boys and girls. IQ is
supposed to predict outcomes. It appears not to. I
note that yesterday my family went to the local
dental office, consisting of Hector Haro (he's on
the web) and three dentists, all female, trained at
U. Guad. (Haro did postgrad in prosdontics at U
Md.) He has another seven or so girl dentists
working for him in Guadalajara. Modern equipment,
absolutely competent as far as I can tell, speak
English (how many US students speak a language
learned without leaving the US, or at all?). I read
Steve Sailer on Mexico and expect to wake up in the
morning and find illiterate doctors curing people
by sacrificing chickens. It ain't so.
"Somebody's wrong. Either American blacks could
do these things if they weren't culturally
disadvantaged, or the IQ business needs a bit of
work under warranty. Take your pick. -- Fred"
'Nother posting:
"Peter, I couldn't agree more. Permit me an
eyeball rather than a numerical analysis [of
Mexico's mediocre economic performance]:
"Academic fervor in Mexico is almost unknown.
Years ago I walked home through poor sections of
Taipei, and kids were at orange-crate desks in the
alleys to avoid some of the heat, studying.
Mexicans, kids and adults, regard studying as
distasteful and regularly accuse those who study of
being snots, stuck-up, thinking themselves
superior, etc. It is an exact parallel of 'You
tryin' a be white.' Apart from my wife and
stepdaughter, who genuinely are bookish, I have
never seen a Mexican voluntarily read a book, or
seen a book in a Mexican home. This applies to
highly bright Mexicans, of whom there are a fair
few.
"However, I live in a small, largely
agricultural town. I'm not sure things would be a
whole lot different in Waldorf, Maryland..
"The anti-intellectualism is a subset of
valemadrismo, a word derived from "me vale madre,"
meaning "I don't give a shit." It might be
described as comprehensive half-assedness. It is a
stew of lack of ambition, irresponsibility (as in
not showing up on time, or at all, and not
calling), of short time-horizons (they don't look
ten years ahead), a preference for corruption over
work, a focus on just getting by, a lack of
interest in organized behavior (ignoring traffic
laws, for example). No push, no drive, no plan.
"Whether all of this is a consequence of low
intelligence might be discussed. But without
reference to IQ, it is an adequate explanation.
Incidentally, my wife agrees. -- fred"
The astute reader might object that the two
letters contradict each other. Perhaps, but they
are accurate. A great many things in Mexico are
contradictory, and many things gringos believe
about the country are wrong. For example, many
Americans believe that people here breed like
oysters. Not so. The birth rate is wa-a-a-ay down.
The stats show this. So does the eyeball. I know
several women from families with ten or twelve
siblings. They have two kids and want no more.
Many Americans believe that the Catholic Church
bears responsibility for high fertility. No: Mexico
is still Catholic and yet far less fertile, and it
ain't rhythm, friends and neighbors. The radio
station of U. Guadalajara regularly urges the young
to use condoms.
Mexico is thought to be a macho country in which
women are badly mistreated. It certainly was. Watch
Mexican movies from the thirties if you want to see
the problem. Even a generation back girls weren't
allowed to go far in school because their function
was to abrir las patas, open their legs, and
nothing more.
But you have to keep your eye on these things.
Today my stepdaughter's prepa (part of the feeder
system for U. Guad) is half girl, the university is
loaded with girls, and I encounter lots of female
lawyers, dentists, what have you. None of this is
universal and among the poor, who are many, and in
rural regions changes come much more slowly. But
1930 it isn't.
Mexico is said, horribly correctly, to have a
very low average level of education. It's just a
fact. From my bedroom window in the morning, I can
see kids riding bareback into the mountains to care
for goats. They don't go to school.. This isn't
governmental policy, but it's how things are.
However, this bleakness is hardly universal. It
might be surprising to look at the tenth-grade
physics text of my stepdaughter, in the free Prepa
in my small town. (fisica General, by Hector Perez
Montiel.) A few outtakes:
p. 5. "Faraday enunciated the following
principle: electromagnetic induction is the
phenomenon that causes the production of an induced
electric current by the variation of the magnetic
flux due to relative movement of a conductor in a
magnetic field."
p. 76. "With the displacement of a motion as a
function of time, we form the graph to the right
and calculate the instantaneous velocity after six
seconds. To calculate the instantaneous velocity at
any moment, we draw a tangent to the curve at the
point considered; taking two points on the tangent
we determine the slope, which is to say, the
instantaneous velocity." That, amigos, is
differential calculus in vigorous embryo, and
tolerable for the tenth grade. My translation is
close to literal and a bit awkeard in English, but
it isn't in Spanish.
p. 63 "The vector product of two vectors, also
called the cross product, gives as a result another
vector which is always perpendicular to the plane
formed by the multiplied vectors. By definition,
the magnitude of the product vector is equal to the
product of the magnitude of one by the
perpendicular component of the other with respect
to the first: |a.b| = ab sin theta
.." (Word
doesn't do vector notation well.) Now, a college
book would give the cross product in determinant
form, [(i,j,k); (A(1), A(2), A(3); B(1), B(2),
B(3)]. Maybe American high-school tests do
this. The foregoing isn't altogether shameful, I
wot.
p. 301, which I'm too lazy to re-scan, begins
"Another interesting application of Bernouilli's
Theorem...." It may be most Americans can handle
all of this. I promise that Natalia can.
Further along, incidentally, I find explanations
of Heisenberg Indetermimacy, the Pauli Excluioon
Prniciple, and (simple) problems involing Plancks's
Constant.
How badly does the above compare with an
American high school in a small town? Maybe better,
maybe worse, but we're not talking Haiti. But, hey,
everybody knows more about this country than I
do.
Reed
Archive
Copyright 2008 by Fred Reed and reproduced here by
permission of the author.
About
the Author (by the author):
Fred Reed is a Marine combat veteran, police
reporter, amateur biochemist, former long-haul
hitchhiker, and part-time sociopath living in
Mexico. Fred, a keyboard mercenary with a
disorganized past, has worked on staff for Army
Times, The Washingtonian, Soldier of Fortune,
Federal Computer Week, and The Washington
Times. He has been published in Playboy,
Soldier of Fortune, The Wall Street Journal, The
Washington Post, Harper's, National Review, Signal,
Air&Space, and suchlike. He has worked as a
police writer, technology editor, military
specialist, and authority on mercenary soldiers. He
is by all accounts as looney as a tune.
Visit the "Fred
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The essays in A Brass Pole in
Bangkok, are sometimes wildly funny,
sometimes deadly serious, always merciless
in their unmasking of the pretenses and
charlatans of society. Fred, a former
Marine, subscribes to no ideology ("an
ideology is just a systematic way of
misunderstanding the world") but
exuberantly wreaks havoc on practically
everything, and delights in everything
else: the psychotherapy swindle, squalling
feminists, race racketeers, damn fool
wars, red-light districts in Asia, and
tequila fests in Mexico, where he
lives.
A
Brass Pole in Bangkok: A Thing I Aspire To
Be, by Fred Reed
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Nekkid In Austin! Another
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irresponsible ravings, and curmudgeonry
from "Fred On Everything" and some
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sometimes wacky, always provocative essays
on the collapse of America.
Nekkid
in Austin: Drop Your Inner Child Down a
Well, by Fred Reed
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