Mexican Immigrants Lead a Revival
DETROIT JOURNAL
By NICHOLE M. CHRISTIAN
DETROIT, May
20 -- When he was a boy growing up in west-central
Mexico, Jesús
López and his brothers would load agave leaves onto the
backs of donkeys
and haul them to factories to be converted into
tequila. Along
the way, he would dream of living in a place with electricity and
abundant water.
But the dream
never included Detroit. Mr. López had not even heard of
it until the
day that his brothers and many in Jesús María, his hometown,
packed their
bags and headed to America's Motor City. When an
18-year-old
Jesús López arrived here, he said recently, he was
convinced that
those who had come before him were crazy.
"In those days,
over here there was only burned-out houses," he recalled.
"Who would want
to live here? It was not good."
But today, 18
years later, the view is much different in southwest Detroit,
where many of
this city's immigrants from Mexico live. So much has
changed that
it is being hailed as the nation's new Mexican boomtown.
Scorched shells
of houses are being bought and resurrected by scores of
skilled Mexican
tradesmen. They have snapped up dozens of the old
Victorians and
duplexes for as little as $20,000, and they have nearly
doubled the
population to 90,000.
Their impact
is undeniable. The three local Roman Catholic parishes have
each added two
weekend Masses in Spanish to accommodate the wave
of new arrivals,
who started showing up here six years ago, most directly
from Mexico.
They say they came to escape rising costs and growing
hostilities
against immigrants in Arizona, California and Chicago,
and to reunite
with older relatives who had been cashing in on Detroit's
labor shortage
for more than a decade.
West Vernor Avenue,
the main strip here, is lined with evidence: Mexican
bakeries, paleta
(Popsicle) shops, taquerías, tortilla factories, Mexican
grocery stores.
Since 1994, about 35 businesses have opened and
dozens have
expanded, business groups said. An $8 million mercado and
welcome center
will be built next year. Amid the abundance of Spanish
signs, it is
easy to overlook the golden arches of McDonald's.
"Nobody over
here saw the opportunity we did," said Mr. López, who
left a 10-year
construction career five months ago to open his own
taquería.
"Where we come from, you work all your life to have a house,
a business,
and you still don't get nowhere. That's why we work hard to
make this good
for us."
The Rev. Donald
Hanchon of Most Holy Redeemer Catholic Church
said: "These
are people who are determined to be an asset. You see it in
the churches,
where they're helping with children and services. They
genuinely want
to make this a better place."
Father Hanchon
said he believed that the renovation of run-down houses
here was forcing
drug dealers to find new dens.
Like Mr. López,
the majority of the families settling here come from
villages in
Jalisco, the Mexican state renowned for producing tequila,
mariachi music
and rancheros, Mexican cowboys. More than 40,000 of
the people who
live in southwest Detroit are either from Jalisco or have
relatives there,
said María Elena Rodríguez, who is a Detroit native and
president of
the Mexicantown Community Development Corporation.
Some of the businesses
are named to honor Jalisco and its towns, like
Arandas, Jesús
María and San Ignacio. The connection is so strong that
caravans of
adults and children load up their cars each January and return
to the towns
to celebrate las fiestas patronales, a 10-day festival held in
honor of patron
saints.
"We go back,
so they know we are proud to be from Mexico, from
Jalisco," said
Guadalupe Guzmán, 70, who moved here to work in the
steel factories
in 1950.
He and his family return to Jesús María every year.
It took two decades
for 32-year-old José Zamudio to believe the stories
that his brothers
and sisters told about the untapped opportunities in
Detroit. Even
after five of them came here from San Ignacio, bought
homes and found
steady jobs, Mr. Zamudio refused to follow.
"It was too ugly,"
he said. Mr. Zamudio and his wife, Anna, chose
instead to go
to Oakland, Calif. But after four years of working for $10
an hour and
living in cramped apartments, they gave up and moved back
to Mexico. They
built a home and had three children.
Then two years
ago, when the whole family had obtained visas, they
decided to give
the United States another try, in Chicago this time. They
stayed three
months. The pressure of having five people in a
$600-a-month
one-room apartment was too much. Now they are
gambling on
Detroit.
So far, their
gamble has paid off. Mr. Zamudio is earning $18 an hour as
a bricklayer
for a construction company. Six months ago, he and his wife
bought a three-bedroom
duplex for $40,000. But what thrills Mr.
Zamudio most
is seeing how much his family -- 5 brothers and sisters and
19 nieces and
nephews -- and others from back home have done to help
rebuild southwest
Detroit.
"Look at it,
it's like little Jalisco," he said. "We never knew people of our
towns building
this kind of business. They show if you fight and fight, you
reach your dreams."