@ Curmudgeon: Right. And how many Mexicans do you know who LEGALLY work in the U.S.? More Waynisms - this is first hand. Not "In theory:"
Paco would show up in his dually diesel quad cab $40,000 pickup at the park wanting to rent a trailer. Wayne would have to ask for proof of income. "Oh man, I make $x a week" (Pulls out huge wad of cash.) Wayne would say "That's great. Prove it." Paco: "Man, I gotta brand new truck and gold chains...." yada yada. Wayne would tell them if they wanted to live there, he needed to see their prior year tax return.
Paco would run down the street to H & R Block, tell them he made $9,000 a year and had a wife & six kids. They'd throw him his $500 "earned income tax credit" and send him down the road.
Paco returns to the park with his $9k in reported income, and Wayne would say "That's nice. You don't make enough to live here." ....which is when the threats would start.
Another good one: The Mexicans in most parts of Georgia get a free pass to do whatever the berkeley they want. Driving without a license? Prepare to get ass-raped if you're white. Mexican? No problem. Just give me your fake name, and I'll give you a notice to appear...knowing there's no way in hell you'll ever show up.
DUI? Same deal. They'll throw your ass in jail 'till you sober up, and send you on your way. My wife's White American friend was dating a Mexican dude for a while. She met him at a resort down there. He hired a coyote and moved in with her. Okay dude to hang out with. Smart, funny, spoke decent English. Made enough cash under the table to help her out with rent. I warned her though, he probably had a family in Mexico...and he'd be trying to lay down some anchor babies ASAFP. Both were true. She dumped him after she answered his phone while he was passed out drunk, and it was his wife in Mexico on the other line.
Anyway, Nacho (Egnacio-her boyfriend) came over to hang out while me and Wayne were wrenching on the Challenge car one night. His drunk ass buddy Marco drove him there. Dude was a real piece of E36 M3. Continued to get MORE drunk, and brag about how many DUI's he'd had in California and Georgia, but didn't have a record. Asked us if we liked "young girls" and said he had "the hookup" in Norcross where Wayne lives. I was trying to get dude to sober up enough to get the berkeley out. After he went upstairs to use the bathroom, and then fell down the stairs, leaving a big gash in my wall, I told them it was time to leave. Dude took 20 minutes and as many attempts to back out of my driveway.
Sorry. Stream of consciousness Mexican stories. Point being: This ridiculous "They're just here to work" stereotype is what's gotten us into the spot we're in.
PS: Where I was going with the driving without a license thing: God forbid you're a 30-something white Canadian woman with your two white kids in the car, leave your purse at home like a bonehead, make a not-so-legal U-turn to go back to the house and get it, get pulled over, and inform the cop you're not a U.S. citizen (this is Mrs. Wayne, btw,) they threatened to haul her to jail and turn her kids over to DFCS. Fortunately, Wayne showed up about that time with her license.
Mexican driving without license: Eeees no problem.
Canadian driving without license: Terrorist.