of Mexicans to try to fit a fantastical narrative that the xenophobic, nativist set loves and wants to believe is true. Fortunately, it is just that, a fantasy.

Yes, I lived in a nice area of Mexico City (a city with lots of very nice areas), but that hardly means I only hung out with the wealthy. I knew and know many poor and humble Mexicans, and many more with humble beginnings who have prospered, and count many among my best friends. In fact, I actually know few wealthy Mexicans, despite where I lived. I have spent countless hours with some of the poorest people in that country. Which is why I recognize BS when I read it.