Dear Mexican: I grant you a magic wand; now, tell me how do we right the wrongs of Sam Houston and Manifest Destiny? Is it to correct his legacy and call out the crimes and recognize the victims? Or should the land be given back? - U.S. Citizen

Dear Gabacho: A chicken in every olla and a gabacha in every bedroom –KIDDING. The United States stealing Aztlán remains a grievous wound with Mexicans, but it’s not as huge an issue for run-of-the-mill Mexis as Know Nothings or Aztlanistas want you to believe. Sure, we take pleasure in seeing the American Southwest revert back to Mexico demographically – but we acknowledge it as God’s karmic humor (kind of like seeing Brits eating curry, or a black man in the White House) instead of studied revanchism. All this said, I think a full accounting of Mexican-American relations during the era of Manifest Destiny in the history books would placate most Aztlanistas. As for returning the conquered territories back to Mexico? There’s a reason us Mexicans left Mexico, you know…

I was born in Ciudad Juarez and moved to the Northern Virginia-Washington, D.C. area when I was really young. I grew up going to museums and I love it. Came back to the Juarez-El Paso area. I have two kids and I love taking them to anything art-related. My question is: How come some, if not most, Mexicans are not into going to museums, galleries, plays, opera – you know, stuff like that? - Loca for Lichtenstein

Dear Nerdy Wabette: The American Associations of Museums cited in its 2010 study, “Demographic Transformation and the Future of Museums” a National Endowment for the Arts’ Survey of Public Participation in the Arts that figured only 8.6 percent of visitors to galleries were “Hispanic,” and only 14.5 percent of “Hispanics” were regular patrons of the arts. It doesn’t really offer an explanation for the low numbers, other than mumbling about “historic discrimination” and also noting that higher education and income levels accounts for higher museum participation across all races and ethnicities. I know more than a few working-class Mexis who know their Riveras and Duchamps, just like I know “Hispanics” who couldn’t tell you the difference between a Picaso and a Pica Limón wrapper.