Near Coalinga
(southwest of Fresno) back in 1948 a plane load of Mexican citizens
were being flown to El Centro to be sent back to Mexico. The plane
crashed in Los Gatos Canyon. Depending on where you lived the news
didn't have much coverage of the event., so when Woody Guthrie heard
about it, no names were given. In his poem, “Deportee”, he said
that “you won't have a name when you ride the big airplane”. And
for years the mass grave up in Fresno only listed “28 Mexican
Citizens” on the small headstone.
But when
researching another book, author Tim Z. Hernandez
(http://timzhernandez.com/current-projects/)
discovered the story in a search on the computer at the Fresno public
library. Thinking that it would be a good way to develop a novel, he
started looking for the names of the passengers. And he had trouble
finding those names.
But after he
published a notice of his interest in the story he started making
contact with the families of survivors. And then he had a list of
names. It came from a saved Spanish language newspaper from right
after the crash. Then as he he tracked down more of these people
(he's still looking if you happen to know anyone related to one of
the victims) he started getting stories.
And he realized
that basically in history each person is at most a footnote. But then
we're all footnotes in this history. So after, he and a Fresno
musician, Lance Canales (watch his video
http://www.lancecanalesandtheflood.com/deportee-s),
did a fund raiser to get a headstone with all the names on it. It
took very little time to get the money for that. But there is still a
lot of research to do on finding the families of more of the victims.
But this is only a
small number of stories that could be be written. And sadly we can
still be writing stories like this today. Thankfully we haven't had
any accidents like the one over Los Gatos Canyon. But we're still
deporting people. And like back then, the stories of the people being
deported are being ignored. They're just labeled “illegals” and
packed into buses and face protesters screaming for them to go home.
I don't claim to
know the right answer, but I do know that each person has a story.
Even those protesters have stories. But for me the stories I'd rather
hear are the stories of the people hoping rather than the ones
hating. So when the history of this time is written, and all the
footnotes are put in, I hope my story, my footnote, is one that shows
that I had hope. And I hope yours is a good one too.
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