I went to an interleague baseball game
between the Dodgers and Los Rinches—
how Tejanos pronounce The Rangers—
and sat in the packed Rangers Field stands.
I Googled “Texas Rangers” on my iPhone
but carelessly chose the wrong Wikipedia page.
The baseball team was not first formed in 1823
by Stephen F. Austin to wage war on Indians.
Scrolled down reading General Zachary Taylor
led a group of rangers into Monterrey to help
gain more than half of Mexico’s sun-kissed land
when the U.S. was high on Manifest Destiny.
Starting in 1914, for over five years of terror,
rangers, now Los Rinches out of utter despise,
murdered more Mexicans in Texas alone
than homeruns were hit in all of baseball.
Just last week, I remember a Texas Ranger
giving my cousin a black eye and broken nose.
Cop said resisting arrest, but la familia knows
the truth is its still illegal to be Mexican.
Born and been a Texan, these 25 years
I knew nothing of this ranger history.
I read of rangers protecting the Lone Star
but my Texas History teachers failed
to inform me of Los Diablos Tejanos
who tormented my people and were made
heroes by Hollywood, literature, and media.
They did not teach me the real state history.
I couldn’t read more and put my phone away,
turned towards the diamond and the players,
pulled off my Texas Rangers baseball cap
and started cheering the Dodgers on.
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