I suppose if I were a visionary, I would see it as a land of opportunity. It seems to be getting left behind as so many other places make strides toward sustainability, supporting small businesses, and building strong movements for social justice. Therefore, it follows that those of us with ties to Texas could help the state catch up. Perhaps it would be the best place to apply everything I’ve learned.
But I guess I’m more of an opportunist because I prefer living in places that already reflect my beliefs. And maybe I’m dreadfully unimaginative because I don’t know where I would start in Texas.
When I’m there I don’t see possibilities. Just flat land, long distances, chain restaurants, crowded highways (no carpooling), and a dealership called Chic Motors selling huge pick-up trucks.
Sometimes I wonder if I’d have a better relationship with the state if it hadn’t been the first place I lived in the United States. I wonder if most immigrants from the Global South experience the pain I felt when I moved to Texas.
I was young and innocent. I didn’t have words like racism and xenophobia to explain what was happening. All I knew was that Mexico, a place I’d felt proud of as long as I could remember, a culture celebrated constantly in my old life, was, in Texas, at best ignored and at worst hated.
No one ever got excited when I said where I was from.