There is a theory that one day there will be no distinct races, and humans will evolve into an indistinct sort of brown or beige.
We see this in many places - India, Brazil being prime examples of incredible mingling. Not to forget Central Asia and the Middle East, what with their alternative plundering and being plundered.
So let's talk about Mexico. I read a quote that the fall of Tenochtitlan was neither victory nor defeat, but the sad birth of the mestizos. Mexico is a blended mix that sometimes looks Indian, sometimes Filipino, occasionally Eurasian, now and then practically Western European - the still evolving result of European and indigenous mingling. And what a heartbreaking story the fall of Tenochtitlan is - but that is for another article.
Once in a while you see very interesting people. There was a short woman with the sloping eyes and longish nose, straight out of an Aztec relief, holding the hand of a little darling with rosy cheeks who could have been at home in Chengdu; the chubby pre-teen with the most intelligent eyes that could have a Chennai native, if she traded in for a silk skirt; the pretty short-haired beauty who had an enchanting guile-lessness as she threw her head back and laughed baring a full set of pretty teeth at Pura Corazon; the cute little boys (brothers?) who played with their PSPs, each other and generally created mayhem on the flight from Newark into Mexico, but in their innocence, not one moment of annoyance, each looking different. The sweetheart clutching two plastic or perhaps clay dolls, blushing when an older woman (the object of snogging by the tight-shirted man in the previous article) pulled her to an empty seat. The stocky men with wrists the size of my arms and the voluptuous women whose oft-exposed bosoms heaved and rocked to every shake of the metro...
And I have not even left the city to see the amazing people out there, children of the Aztecs and all the other native tribes, in their colorful clothes, still speaking Nahuatl and for all we know, still laying the foundation of every church with a relief of an old Aztec god who must always connected to the earth.
We see this in many places - India, Brazil being prime examples of incredible mingling. Not to forget Central Asia and the Middle East, what with their alternative plundering and being plundered.
So let's talk about Mexico. I read a quote that the fall of Tenochtitlan was neither victory nor defeat, but the sad birth of the mestizos. Mexico is a blended mix that sometimes looks Indian, sometimes Filipino, occasionally Eurasian, now and then practically Western European - the still evolving result of European and indigenous mingling. And what a heartbreaking story the fall of Tenochtitlan is - but that is for another article.
Once in a while you see very interesting people. There was a short woman with the sloping eyes and longish nose, straight out of an Aztec relief, holding the hand of a little darling with rosy cheeks who could have been at home in Chengdu; the chubby pre-teen with the most intelligent eyes that could have a Chennai native, if she traded in for a silk skirt; the pretty short-haired beauty who had an enchanting guile-lessness as she threw her head back and laughed baring a full set of pretty teeth at Pura Corazon; the cute little boys (brothers?) who played with their PSPs, each other and generally created mayhem on the flight from Newark into Mexico, but in their innocence, not one moment of annoyance, each looking different. The sweetheart clutching two plastic or perhaps clay dolls, blushing when an older woman (the object of snogging by the tight-shirted man in the previous article) pulled her to an empty seat. The stocky men with wrists the size of my arms and the voluptuous women whose oft-exposed bosoms heaved and rocked to every shake of the metro...
And I have not even left the city to see the amazing people out there, children of the Aztecs and all the other native tribes, in their colorful clothes, still speaking Nahuatl and for all we know, still laying the foundation of every church with a relief of an old Aztec god who must always connected to the earth.
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