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A world without color? Without spice? Without that joyful “¡ándale!” that makes a day move? Let’s imagine it for a second—and then run back fast.
Life without Mexicans would feel smaller and less bright. We would lose food, music, art, and a big part of community life. Streets would be quieter. Tables would be plainer. Workplaces would miss heart and hustle. That is the short, clear answer.
No tacos. No tamales. No salsa with that kick. Chips without guac. Breakfast without pan dulce. Weeknight dinners would feel flat. Parties would have fewer flavors and fewer smiles. Food is love, and a huge scoop of that love would be gone.
Picture a birthday with no “Las Mañanitas.” No mariachi trumpets. No banda tuba thump. No cumbia spin. Town fairs would feel still. Car rides would lose sing-along joy. The beat that makes feet move would fade.
No papel picado fluttering like butterflies. No bright Talavera tiles. No bold murals telling family stories. Markets would have less sparkle. Homes would lose warm reds, sun yellows, and ocean blues that make rooms feel alive.
Good luck saying “mañana” or “amigo” or “fiesta.” A lot of everyday words would vanish. Signs, menus, and jokes would feel thin. Language would lose rhythm and heart.
Farms, kitchens, shops, and job sites would struggle. Fewer hands to plant, cook, build, and fix. Less grit. Less care. Many small businesses would stay dark. Big dreams would be harder to build.
No tamalada at the holidays. No piñata swing at birthdays. No Sunday carne asada with cousins. Streets would miss that friendly “buenos días.” Schools would lose parent clubs that make big days happen. Community would feel thin.
Fewer boxers to cheer. Fewer soccer heroes to copy. Less embroidery on jackets. Fewer lowriders rolling slow and proud. Museums would miss bold brushstrokes. Playgrounds would miss flair.
No Día de Muertos ofrendas to honor loved ones. No posadas to light the dark nights. No lessons about roots, respect, and remembrance. Kids would lose gentle ways to talk about life and loss.
No corner taquería at midnight. No panadería smells at dawn. No abuela remedies, no “sana sana.” No quick “échale ganas” when a friend feels low. Less comfort. Less pep talk. Less hope.
Life would be less tasty, less musical, less caring, and less fun. It would be a world with fewer hugs and fewer happy shouts. A world with fewer helpers and fewer builders. A world that feels half-awake.
We do not want that quiet, gray world. We want the music, the spice, the craft, the care, and the courage. Life with Mexicans is fuller. It tastes better. It moves better. It loves better. Let’s keep that color close—and celebrate it every day.
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