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Father Serra's Dishwashers
from The Reeducation of a Turd Peddler
by John Henry Peabody
AFTER WORK TODAY I bought
a Popsicle and went down to the park where I caught Carlos, the dishwasher
from the Rusty Pelican and his buddies, playing soccer in the shadow
of nearby Serra cathedral. They had worked up a game that involved keeping
the action between the shadows of the two church spires as the spires
cast themselves upon the grass of the adjacent park. The goalie positioned
himself at the image edge of the cathedral roof while the players stayed
between the dark sidelines of the grass. As the shadow moved, they moved.
There was plenty of competition and laughter between them.
Carlos saw me and I waved back.
Watching them kick the ball around in the shadow of the
church, I must say that Serra did reach his goal, in a way.
These guys were, for the most part locally employed Christians.
Some of them could even vote. But to look at them, their faces, builds
and complexions, they were Indiansnative blood, albeit from Mexico.
And like McCauleys mimics, they were like the colonizer in every
way but ethnicity.
The colonizer never gets to keep the colonybut the
colony gets to keep the colonizerand their stuff. Just as the
Indians, the sub-continent ones, got to keep the British Rail infra-structure,
its gauge, purpose and economy (the Indian rail system is the largest
employer in the world), California and Mexican Indians got to keep the
Spanish: their language, their Church, the architectural base of the
towns the first Europeans left behind. And they got both baseball and
soccer, cowboy boots, tennis shoes, jeans, collared shirts, even cars
and mortgages. If they wanted, there was sushi and pasta on their days
off, cell phones, airliners, email and calling cards.
Serra, like all colonizers, had a vision that took off on
its own. Many of Carlos buddies spoke Spanish, English and a local
language, like Mayan. They towed the line but kow towed to no one. One
could say that Serra was actually successful, but only in the way that
a hardworking man hopes that some aspect of the world he has busted
his ass for all his life might be around after his death.
In the case of Carlos and his friends, Serra started it;
they took it from there..
I chewed at the end of the wooden Popsicle stick and listened to Carlos
as he howled, Gooooaaaalll!!! Then they all high-fived each