Groupthink is defined as the practice of thinking or making decisions as a group in a way that discourages creativity or individual responsibility. It sounds like plenty of fun if you’re one of those people that like to go to the movies with a crowd or sex orgies. But it’s quite sad, some people need other people to know how to feel, when to laugh or cry, and even what to hate. The powers that be handle all of that for these groupthinkers, these social hype-beasts and politically correct hipsters follow the trend and maximize on whatever these dictators of society tell them to do.

Let’s rewind a bit before we just dive into this science, snap-backs first.

A few weeks ago I was reading the play Los Vendidos by a Chicano playwright about robots designed after Mexican stereotypes. The same week Kreayshawn’s homegirl goes on a ‘nigger’ rant and as I’m writing, Chris Brown uses some homophobic terminology. Politically, however, nobody is carrier a heavies cross than Mexicans. The stars in the sky (and on the blogs) were telling me that this article was necessary, so I grabbed some ice- coffee, a newport, and pondered on how I really feel about all of this insane bigotry.

I wasn’t necessarily mad and I damn sure wasn’t shocked; I was however scared. And you should be too! See, we’re living in a world where the niggers aren’t very threatening anymore and the faggots are just a bit annoying. The Muslims (I tried to research a good, derogatory name to no avail!) are finally able to rock those turbans in public without getting spit on now that June Ambrose made it chic. The Mexicans, however, are seeing all of the hell. From immigrant bills that are reminiscent of Nazi Germany to other laws made that are making our grocery prices sky-rocket and making millions of Mexican families’ livelihood is in dangerous jeopardy. Mexicans (no longer women, John Lennon) are the niggers of the world.

Of course, the righteous ones like the coons and sissies come to Chicanos’ defense, singing “We Shall Overcome”! For they know the ugliness and brutality of prejudice and injustice, right? No. They’re not only ignored, but they are made into punch lines in everyday life as if these aren’t people. In public, it’s a social crime to say anything derogatory about any minority population, but Mexicans. Why is that? Yes, based readers! It’s the art and idea of the groupthink. The groupthink makes all moral compasses point upwards where we can ignore and look above all the travesties being done in the blackberry fields.

You might ask, “Well, why should I care, Myles? I don’t give a fuck. I’m having a difficult enough time cleaning up all of this dripped Swagu on the floor.” Well, besides the fact that caring about other people is a beautiful portrait of how kind and powerful the human spirit can be, there’s more to be cautioned by. Cue my fear! Mexicans are now ‘the they’, the strange, the laughable ones, the problem. Soon, however, that won’t last and it will be somebody new. Even sooner that somebody new might be you. And if history really does repeat itself like Beyonce on a poorly-written hook, just because you had your time in social and political Hell, doesn’t mean it won’t happen again. We’re all one incident or law away from being the ‘they’. It’s not imminent, though! Collectively, we can destroy the idea of ‘the they’ and the borders that make us feel safe when your particular community isn’t under threat. Because I’m no fool, I know doing what is right isn’t always the most appealing, but doing what’s going to keep you equal should always appeal. Sure, Mexicans might be the niggers of the world, but we’re acting like the Tracy Morgans of justice. Now, who is really insulted?

To quote aformentioned poet, Speakz, or erm, I mean Kreayshawn (shots fired!) “Bitch, you ain’t no Barbie. I see you work at Arby’s. Number 2, super-size, hurry up, I’m starving.” She couldn’t have said it better. We aren’t plastic play-things, we are humans. We work (perhaps, at Arby’s) and we all need to work together quickly and efficiently, and help each other, especially when one is in despair, be it physical, social, political, or cultural hunger. With that kind of unity, we can all be in one big, room full of bad bitches of all breeds underneath the red, white and blue.

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