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What the Guatemalans Left Behind


This is a picture of a chicken that was left behind when a family of Guatemalans fled from a house they were renting in Small Town. The family left in a hurry, being unable to pay rent, and along with their chicken, they left behind a mountain of trash scattered throughout the rooms of the house which the landlord had to clean up--with a bulldozer and a face mask, plus bottles of bleach and a tankard full of disinfectant. Of all the things a family could leave behind--a swing set, a sand box, old curtains, an ugly light fixture--these people choose to leave their chicken, one that had supplied them with eggs.

This afternoon, I was driving down the street when I spotted my friend J standing in a yard across the street from where she teaches drum lessons and looking puzzled. I stopped the car and got out to say "hello," and I found J tossing bits of white bread at this chicken. The thing had been abandoned to the street, and my friend had taken upon herself to find it a home. She had sent one of her students into a restaurant next door for some bread, and the boy was not happy. "Do you know how stupid I looked," he complained. "Walking in there and asking for bread for a chicken?!" The police had been informed and had no idea what to do with the bird. I don't know anyone who keeps chickens, and I assume there are zoning restrictions on keeping chickens inside the town limits.

For several years, Small Town has struggled to be hospitable to the growing population of Mexicans and Guatemalans, most of whom having moved here to work in chicken processing plants. There is a local advocacy group that serves to interpret for them, and there are classes to teach English as a second language. The Catholic church held masses in Spanish, but now the immigrants have established their own churches.

With all of the hoopla about failed immigration bills and an influx of illegal aliens, it is becoming more and more difficult for people to be so accepting. A couple of weeks ago, a Guatemalan man without a drivers' license drove left of center on a two-lane road and killed a man who lives just around the corner from me. The guy is now in the county jail awaiting prosecution for vehicular homicide. As his trial plays out, it will be interesting to see what the public opinion is toward the way the man is treated and how this event will affect the way our community reacts to other immigrants. Now with a wild chicken running loose through the streets, there's likely to be a torch-wielding mob.

No, seriously, I think Small Town has done a remarkable job at helping the immigrants to assimilate. It is never easy to watch your community evolve around you in ways you never expected. Big things like deadly accidents and little things like leftover chickens don't help.

Comments

Anonymous said…
We're having simmilar assimilation issues with the influx of refugees from The Sudan. Its a definate culture clash.
I guess you've got to ask yourself what sort of life they come from, whats normal to them.
I suppose if you lived on Mars and then migrated to earth it would all be a bit overwhelming to start with.
They abandoned a chicken and you ask yourself why do that?
Over here we've had a spate of mothers abandoning their babies in cardboard boxes and on doorsteps. And we ask the same questions. Why do that?
In a dog eat dog world its always the vulnerable that get left behind be it baby or chicken.
Scout said…
Kate, it really is a dog eat dog world, and for someone to give up a child, they must be very very desperate. We were concerned about the children who had been dragged out of the house in the middle of the night, and I was more disturbed for their future than for the chicken's. But still, the poor thing did not look well.
dive said…
Hee hee. Sorry, Robyn, but for a Brit raised on US cop shows the idea that the police didn't know how to deal with a chicken is hilarious.

Post it to me; I'll look after it.
Sassy Sundry said…
I'm sorry about your neighbor.

The thing with Guatemala is that a lot of this could have been avoided, had not Eisenhower authorized a coup to overthrow the socialist government in the 50s, installing a brutal dictatorship in its wake that left the country even more imporverished than it had been.

I live in a vibrant immigrant community, and I have to say that I love it.
Oh Robyn don't get me started on this topic. my head might explode agian. and I'm not sure I will survive.

Try this site-

http://www.stopthenorthamericanunion.com/
Maria said…
You know...this may sound harsh, but sometimes I feel that every time a gay person commits a crime, there is this sort of "lump mentality", as if every gay person should be held responsible for the bad deeds of the one.

And that is what I thought of when I read this post. I've known lots of losers and winners and some have had the same family.

And by the same token, I always feel as if I have to be an extra good person or parent or friend just to make up for the gay people who fail to do that.

I could be wrong. I don't live in your community. Maybe there is a strong tendency for Guatemalans in your area to behave badly.

I just...I don't know how to say this eloquently, but it stung a bit. Hit a nerve or something.
Scout said…
Maria, I think this should touch a nerve. In my community, I haven't heard a mass judgment at this point, but once a string of events happens, all involving a single group of people, there is a tendency for everyone else to lump them all together. It happens to almost every group, putting people on the defensive.
Scout said…
Dive, I would post it to you if I could. The poor thing is homeless.

Sassy, you might be right. On the other hand, the point is not the history of Guatemala but the cultural differences between two groups who find themselves living side by side. Regardless of government intervention, there will always be poor people leaving home to find prosperity.

Rich, I wish my community were more diverse. Immigrants have always made cultures richer, but I would prefer they get here by legal means.

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