Turning Hammocks Into Nooses: When White US Tourists Bring Their Racism to Mexico
November 12, 2022
Trigger warning: this post contains photos that may be triggering due to association with racist violence against Black people.
Part 1: The Occupation
We stretched our bellies, hips, quads, lower backs, and ribcages facing forward in the slack, worn hammocks and watched as impossibly white foam bubbled over, time and again, in the crash of the waves on the limestone rock. The breeze was strong, damp, and sharp with the smell of salt. The tarps overhead, slung between the brightly painted rafters, obscured just enough of the powerful Yucatan sun to make it qualify as the “shady” part of the outdoor beach bar.
We were back at the reggae joint that I’d celebrated for its vibes, for its comfort, for its safety, for its energetic barrier against colonizer shenanigans in my post about our choice to emigrate.
This time was different.
They arrived by the ocean side. Five men, three of them abnormally large, in height, stature, and clearly manufactured muscle. One out of shape — flabby breasts jiggling and all — and the fifth smaller and lean, bearded with glasses.
