As I’ve argued since the very beginning of the push for amnesty for illegal immigrants, this is a test of sovreignty. Having lived and worked in Mexico for a considerable time, I certainly compassionate the people. But the fact is that emigration to the United States has permitted the Mexican government for decades to continue abusing its own people. Where there is no trust, there can be no real commerce, because everybody will seize a short-term gain at the expense of a longer-term one that might possibly produce a much greater yield. Many of the Mexicans I knew in the DF (Mexico City and environs), while realizing that crime was rampant (an hour an evening was spent on one channel slowly scrolling through information regarding stolen vehicles), were actually more afraid of the overlapping police services than they were criminal elements.
Establishing a business in Mexico is not an easy task. The bureaucracy is formidable. Even to establish a bank account requires something close to an act of God, if one is a foreigner. For my business, state regulations insisted that a majority of shares be owned by a Mexican national. At the fringes of the ever-growing lunacy that is Mexico City, cinderblock shanty towns rise up. Once there’s a certain density of population, they are free to petition the government for services. Indios flood in from the countryside, many of them unable to speak Spanish. Their children go begging or selling chicle, and learn the language, and navigate the city for their parents.
Windshield washers rush to your car at every stoplight in some parts of the city, particularly if you look like a foreigner. There’s really but one traffic regulation in Mexico City: don’t have an accident. At the lights, you will be offered ducks, chickens, perhaps even snakes in a plastic bag.
Out in the countryside, the vast natural wealth of Mexico is visible in Veracruz state, where in the highlands you can stop at a resting place and the natives will approach you with 5 kilo burlap bags of some of the best coffee on earth. Further south, in Tabasco, the state oil company, PEMEX, rips access roads into the forest to drill, evicting those in the way. The people band together to block the trucks, but the military arrives with riot gear and drubs them aside. The country has lost control of Chiapas and much of Oaxaca, though they stage the occasional show of force.