||May 6, 2009
Photo: Linda with some of her many Emmys
Linda Ellerbee, Emmy winner, writer, producer and
TV personality recently wrote an intersting
perspective on life in Mexico.
Linda Eberlee Bio:
Pretty interesting, and we could not describe it
Mucho Gracias Linda!!
One Journalist's View........
Sometimes I've been called a maverick because I don't always agree with my colleagues, but then, only
dead fish swim with the stream all the time. The stream here is Mexico.
You would have to be living on another planet to avoid hearing how dangerous Mexico has become, and,
yes, it's true drug wars have escalated violence in Mexico, causing collateral damage, a phrase I hate.
Collateral damage is a cheap way of saying that innocent people, some of them tourists, have been
robbed, hurt or killed. But that's not the whole story. Neither is this.
This is my story.I 'm a journalist who lives in New York City, but has spent considerable time in Mexico,
specifically Puerto Vallarta, for the last four years. I'm in Vallarta now. And despite what I'm getting from the
U.S. media, the 24-hour news networks in particular, I feel as safe here as I do at home in New York,
possibly safer.I walk the streets of my Vallarta neighborhood alone day or night. And I don't live in a gated
community, or any other All-Gringo neighborhood. I live in Mexico. Among Mexicans.
I go where I want (which does not happen to include bars where prostitution and drugs are the basic
products), and take no more precautions than I would at home in New York; which is to say I don't wave
money around, I don't act the Ugly American, I do keep my eyes open, I'm aware of my surroundings, and I
try not to behave like a fool. I've not always been successful at that last one. One evening a friend left the
house I was renting in Vallarta at that time, and, unbeknownst to me, did not slam the automatically-locking
door on her way out.
Sure enough, less than an hour later a stranger did come into my house. A burglar? Robber? Kidnapper?
Killer? Drug lord?No, it was a local police officer, the "beat cop" for our neighborhood, who, on seeing my
unlatched door, entered to make sure everything (including me) was okay.
He insisted on walking with me around the house, opening closets, looking behind doors and, yes, even
under beds, to be certain no one else had wandered in, and that nothing was missing. He was polite, smart
and kind, but before he left, he lectured me on having not checked to see that my friend had locked the
door behind her.
In other words, he told me to use my common sense.Do bad things happen here? Of course they do. Bad
things happen everywhere, but the murder rate here is much lower than, say, New Orleans, and if there
are bars on many of the ground floor windows of houses here, well, the same is true where I live, in
Greenwich Village, which is considered a swell neighborhood - house prices start at about $4 million
(including the bars on the ground floor windows.)There are good reasons thousands of people from the
United States are moving to Mexico every month, and it's not just the lower cost of living, a hefty tax break
and less snow to shovel.
Mexico is a beautiful country, a special place. The climate varies, but is plentifully mild, the culture is
ancient and revered, the young are loved unconditionally, the old are respected, and I have yet to hear
anyone mention Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, or Madonna's attempt to adopt a second African child,
even though, with such a late start, she cannot possibly begin to keep up with Angelina Jolie. And then
there are the people.
Generalization is risky, but- in general - Mexicans are warm, friendly, generous and welcoming. If you smile
at them, they smile back. If you greet a passing stranger on the street, they greet you back. If you try to
speak even a little Spanish, they tend to treat you as though you were fluent. Or at least not an idiot.I have
had taxi drivers track me down after leaving my wallet or cell phone in their cab. I have had someone run
out of a store to catch me because I have overpaid by twenty cents.
I have been introduced to and come to love a people who celebrate a day dedicated to the dead as a
recognition of the cycles of birth and death and birth - and the 15th birthday of a girl, an important rite in
becoming a woman - with the same joy. Too much of the noise you're hearing about how dangerous it is to
come to Mexico is just that - noise. But the media love noise, and too many journalists currently making it
don't live here. Some have never even been here.
They just like to be photographed at night, standing near a spotlighted border crossing, pointing across
the line to some imaginary country from hell. It looks good on TV. Another thing. The U.S. media tend to
lump all of Mexico into one big bad bowl. Talking about drug violence in Mexico without naming a state or
city where this is taking place is rather like looking at the horror of Katrina and saying, "Damn. Did you
know the U.S. is under water?" or reporting on the shootings at Columbine or the bombing of the Federal
building in Oklahoma City by saying that kids all over the U.S. are shooting their classmates and all the
grownups are blowing up buildings.
The recent rise in violence in Mexico has mostly occurred in a few states, and especially along the border.
It is real, but it does not describe an entire country. It would be nice if we could put what's going on in
Mexico in perspective, geographically and emotionally. It would be nice if we could remember that, as has
been noted more than once, these drug wars wouldn't be going on if people in the United States didn't
want the drugs, or if other people in the United States weren't selling Mexican drug lords the guns. Most
of all, it would be nice if more people in the United States actually came to this part of America (Mexico is
also America, you will recall) to see for themselves what a fine place Mexico really is, and how good a
vacation (or a life) here can be. So come on down and get to know your southern neighbors. I think you'll
like it here. Especially the people.