The American Dream must begin with a life that isn't a dream, a life with rough edges and ragged moments, where the future lies in wait like a robber, ready to steal hope. Juan Zaragoza was 4 years old when he first heard about the American Dream. His parents were leaving Guzman, a city in the Mexican state of Jalisco. One day, they promised, they would send for him. He didn't know it would be seven years before they did.
Stay with your grandparents and be patient, they said. We are going to this town in America to work hard and to build a future for you, your two brothers and your two sisters.
What did Juan Zaragoza know about patience? He was 4 years old. Four-year-old kids live in the present, and the present for him was working his grandfather's farm. Milk the cows at 5 in the morning. Feed the pigs and chickens. Ride a horse for 40 minutes to the fields to help Teodoro, his grandpa, extract pulque from agave plants. Pulque is a milky-white liquid that is consumed as an alcoholic beverage after fermentation.
"I felt we were rich," said Zaragoza, 36, a Sonoma County resident since 1989. "When you live on a farm, you never go hungry."
Zaragoza kept those long hours when he wasn't in school until Teodoro needed Zaragoza full-time, year-round. Zaragoza quit school to help Teodoro and his grandma, Maria. At the age of 11, Zaragoza's parents sent for him.
"I had my little suitcase," he said. "I started crying. It's common when Mexicans leave to go to America, they forget the people they leave behind. I never wanted to do that. My grandparents were very special to me."
Zaragoza crossed the border near Tijuana.
He knew 10 English words: "I'm a tourist ... Yes, I am American ... Thank you ... Bye."
"I dressed nice," Zaragoza said, "and was told to say 'I'm a tourist' if anyone stopped to ask me what I was doing. No one did."