Dear Vicente Fox,
Vicente, Vicente, Vicente. You disappoint me. I know various and sundry groups of Americans drink the U.S. government kool-aid, but you too -- or should I say tu tambien?? You should know better! You have to know better! What is this "not even blacks" stuff?? You, of all people, should know that Mexicans are hired over here in the U.S. of A because they're willing to work for any wage you can draw out of a hat. Benefits? Hah! Insurance? You're killing me! Advancement? No, really, stop already, my sides are splitting. There is little to be proud of here, Vicente; most Mexican workers are heinously, egregiously exploited here on American soil. It's a complete travesty, and your speech did nothing to help their situation over here. If anything, you gave your blessing.
But it's not all thorns I'm offering you, bud. You only need to have your eyes opened. Please, don't say anything else to anyone until you read Eric Schlosser's Reefer Madness: Sex, Drugs, and Cheap Labor in the American Black Market, which does an excellent job of laying out the situation of your people over here. And here's a clue, you may want to ask somebody in the USA what the term "sharecropping" means, and listen to a little ditty that mentions St. Peter. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Actually, though, I think Spike Lee said it best.
WAKE UP!