He blazed through my childhood like a sombrero-clad comet, terrorizing gringo villains in the name of us downtrodden Mexicans.
His war cry went straight from our televisions and movie screens into our hearts and minds. My family and so many others cheered on his exploits, imagining ourselves as soldiers in his brigade. Polite society told us we shouldn’t worship this bad hombre because he made Mexicans look bad. So they tried everything possible to dim his star but we Mexicans always fought loudly against any attempts to cancel our compadre.
Pancho Villa? Emiliano Zapata? Vicente Fernandez?
Try Speedy Gonzales.