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The social construct of reality for Latinos in the United States is bound up in the discussion of illegal immigration, an unfair representation that is fueled by media portrayals and reporting. The problem is not so much what journalists say as it is what they leave out—a symbolic annihilation of any Latinos who are not poor and undocumented and/or a radical protestor against U.S. immigration law.

In a state like Texas, this is fueling a dangerous fire. Many Anglos see the growing Hispanic population as a threat, as a drain on resources and a drag on the economy because that’s what the media is leading us to believe. Every person with brown skin is probably an illegal immigrant.

Successful Latinos are presented as an anomaly, a rare triumph rising up from challenging circumstances. But more often the story is framed as a stereotype that turns into a commonly-held perception: your Dallas County property taxes are too high because of all the Mexicans getting free health care at Parkland; DISD is out of money because they have to hire so many Spanish-speaking teachers; the immigrants are using resources, committing crimes and causing problems for everyone.

What the media forgets to mention is that about 75% of immigrants have legal, permanent visas. Of the 25% that are undocumented, nearly half have just overstayed their legal visas. The majority are gainfully employed and pay taxes.

A bigger point—all these Mexican immigrants together represent about 10% (5 million) of the total 48.4 million Hispanics/Latinos in the United States. The other 90% are native-born citizens of Hispanic/Latino heritage.

An even bigger point—each are individuals with a story to tell. By dehumanizing, labeling and often demonizing Latinos as a homogeneous and indistinguishable caricature, the mainstream media does a disservice to everyone who doesn’t fit within their narrow interpretation.  

Shattering a glass slipper

Asking me to challenge my love of Disney has been an uncomfortable experience—and really the first such confrontation of the semester. The majority of our topics have been easy to nod along with. Yes, it’s wrong that all black people are represented as criminals. Yes, advertising preys on our insecurities. Yes, gay men are stereotyped on television. Of course, of course. We get it.

But deconstructing the magic and happiness of a Disney movie is quite another perspective. The cognitive dissonance was jarring, and I was not at all surprised when many of my classmates defended the films. I grew up on Disney, as did most children I knew. And, yes, I dressed up as a princess. Though have long since given up on the idea that “someday my prince will come.”

At the same time, it was good to hear the perspectives of non-white students—their not seeing characters they could emulate, the lack of roles for them to take on in playground re-creations, the struggle to find themselves reflected in animated characters. As a white girl, I saw myself in every movie…usually wearing a pretty dress and a crown at the end. It just didn’t occur to me that everyone didn’t see the same.

It’s a good approach for a deeper discussion on analyzing other cultural norms and accepted elements around us, and would serve this course well to have this topic earlier in the semester.

Bamboozled, indeed.

Spike Lee doesn't know how to be subtle. In many of his movies, this works to his credit, blowing away the audience with his insight and perspective. "Do The Right Thing" is one example of this. "Malcolm X" is another. The intensity works to make you think.

In "Bambozzled," the intensity works only to make you pull back. The stereotypes are too extreme, the characters too one-dimensional, the points too many to actually make a real point.

It was as if he just wanted to make a social commentary, not make a movie with a message.

I wasn't engaged, interested, or entertained. I didn't gain any understanding into another culture. I didn't leave thinking anything except "thank goodness that's over....and couldn't we have accomplished just as much watching a 15-minute excerpt?"

If the shock value was the point, mission accomplished. But I won't be sharing this one with my friends.

Pretty is as pretty does

When the Texas A&M women's basketball team won the NCAA tournament--and by extention, the National Championship in the most visible of women's sports--it prompted me to watch the WNBA draft for the first time. Two Aggies were invited, and I was curious to see if they'd get picked.

As each pro team announced their pick, the all-female team of ESPN commentators would discuss why the chosen player was a good fit for the squad. It was, for me, a jarring experience. Not because I wasn't used to ESPN showing women in commentator roles (though that it certainly an anomoly on that station), but because of their choice of words. They admiringly said that the player was a "big girl." Her brawn and toughness was widely praised. She was lauded for being agressive. She "threw her weight around" the court. All the adjectives you might hear in reference to a football player--on the defensive line.

They meant all these things as compliments, of course, and once I got over the initial surprise, I stopped thinking of it as rude. "Finally," I thought, "ESPN is giving balanced coverage to women's sports...even if it is just 1.8% of their on-air time."

Just as that thought crossed my mind, they did a profile on the top draft choice getting ready for Draft Day. Maya Moore was an All-American. She won the 2007 and 2008 Naismith and the 2009 John Wooden Awards. She scored over 2,000 points in her college career and led her UConn team to two National Championships. TWO.

So of course the feature was all about her getting her hair done, having makeup applied, and posing for photos.  And people wonder why we don't, as a culture, take women's sports seriously.