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My yearly ski trip to Mammoth last week prompted me to wonder about the Chicano analysis of skiing and the Owens Valley. I mean, we can use a class analysis and conclude skiing's high price makes it a prohibitively upper class sport. If you scrutinize golf in the same way the argument doesn't hold water. Lots of working class snowboarders and golfers save up their cash for their habit.
We can look at the Mammoth resort in the context of environmental sustainability. How much does the resort give back to nature or the surrounding communities for its exploitation of natural resources?
Many older Japanese Americans want nothing to do with the Owens Valley. A trip to Mammoth would mean driving within feet of the old Manzanar World War Two internment camp. Has kept many away?
European migration to the area a century ago and intermarriage with Native Americans gave the towns around Bishop a mestizo heritage.
It's a bit naïve on my part to find any guidance on the topic from the El Plan Espiritual de Aztlan, the late 1960s Chicano political manifesto. The closest reference to a connection to the land is this passage:
"We are free and sovereign to determine those tasks which are justly called for by our house, our land, the sweat of our brows, and by our hearts. Aztlán belongs to those who plant the seeds, water the fields, and gather the crops and not to the foreign Europeans. We do not recognize capricious frontiers on the bronze continent"
The Paiute Indian tribe of the Owens Valley would likely agree. So what is the Chicano analysis of driving up the Owens Valley to ski Mammoth? I had no choice but to turn to the Chicanos I know and ask, by email.
Cal State Northridge professor Maria Elena Fernandez, a down Chicana by any measure, said she tried skiing:
Context: Going to an expensive girls' Catholic college prep in Hollywood, skiing always reminds me of the white girls from the Hollywood Hills and Hancock Park who walked on the campus like they owned the place, wore Mexican embroidered dresses w/ top siders and went skiing every year.
I've gone skiing once in my life and that was in Taos as a tourist thing. (It was fun, but I was scared on the lift and afterward I was in so much pain!) Nonetheless, when I read that you went skiing, despite our education, professional and middle class status, my first thought is: you/Chicanos go skiing? I guess because it's alien to my immigrant working class experience growing up and I never pursued it in adulthood, voila, still the same thought since high school.
Carlos Pelayo, a San Diego-area union organizer told me he has not and will not ski.
Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2011 02:58:32 +0000
With the thoughts of hooking up with ski bunnies and partying at the resort, did you notice the poverty and living conditions of the Paiute in Lone Pine? How about the internment camp you drove by? The beauty of the snow laden Sierras whose run off are the monopoly that leave the Owens Valley parched? Just a few suggested considerations.
C/S Carlos Pelayo
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Loyola Marymount University professor Ruben Martinez reminded me the topic has been expounded on by some high profile Chicano writers:
i remember a great image in a richard rodriguez essay years back about being at some ski resort and the person at the lift making sure everyone got in their chair okay being a mexican laborer... a brown man seating the wasp ski bunnies and gently pushing them up the mountain... potent symbol.... the new immigrants nudging white America towards a decidedly brown future. r
Taco Shop Poet Miguel-Angel Soria offered up this poem as a response.
timbisha pushed to death valley
Fremont gave no freedom
only pick axed
a road to water wars
si no american town
ski on white powder
and ancient land
Skiing at Mammoth has always been pricey. It's nearly $100 dollars for one 8-hour day of skiing. East LA blogger Erick Huerta said he's found cheaper fun on snow.
The first time I ever experienced snow was when my family went to go visit relatives that live in Utah. A few years later I ended up living there for 2 months and I loved the snow. I never did figure out how to make a snow man. Making snow angels got boring pretty fast and trying to have a snow ball fight without wearing gloves takes a toll on the hands. I never did get a chance to go skiing, so we did what low income families do best, improvise. We got some of those disk shaped things, I forget their names, drove out to a park and spent a few hours sliding down hills and climbing back up them. Soggy shoes and all. One of the best highs was jogging in the snow down by the trail near our house. I would go every morning. Alas, I'm not cut out for the snow. I'm too much of a baby to put up with the snow.
~ Erick Huerta ~
San Pedro lifeguard Rogelio Fernandez, a college friend, is the only Chicano I found who likes skiing Mammoth:
I bet the skiing was fantastic! When I first learned how to ski up in Mammoth back in 1986, a good friend of mine used the term "Border Brother" to identify the Latinos working there. I do remember seeing some, but not many, Latinos on the slopes or even working there. Skiing in general is an expensive sport! Although, up at Bear Mountain, all the lift operators were gringos, as well as the instructors. I saw a few brown faces there. It was fun. Hasta luego y saludos a tu familia!
This year, for the first time, I saw a taco truck (a real one, not a gourmet food truck) in Big Pine. Or was it Lone Pine? Fresno poet Tim Hernandez says he's seeing the duality of skiing and Mexicano immigration where he lives now in Colorado:
Hmm...not sure if I have a question for you, bro... but aqui in Boulder, Colorado, snow bunny assimilation is rampant; I've seen paisas with second-hand North Face chaketas on, and proper snow boots heading to their dishwashing job at The Himalayas Indian Restaurant. Of course, tambien, I've always felt the sense that snow leveled the playing field, wiped the slate clean, obscuring colors, inviting silence and contemplation. Good luck, hermano! Keep up the great work too.
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