We celebrate today. We
celebrate a great semi-American, Hector “Macho” Camacho.
We do not mourn Machismo today; last week was for mourning.
Last week we mourned his passing, when he was whacked while sitting in a car that
had an open baggie of cocaine in it in this upscale neighborhood
We must not mourn our loss. Today we celebrate the life of Machismo: the teenage serial shoplifter, sublime
practitioner of the “sweet science,” drug abuser, cutting edge fashion pioneer, popularizer
of the jheri curl,
doting father of four sons, only one of whom he was arrested
for abusing,
devoted boyfriend of Gloria Fernandez, here wearing
traditional mourning white at Machismo’s funeral,
and of Cynthia Castillo, here wearing traditional mourning fuchsia
and baseball cap.
Let us celebrate today the esprit with which Machismo infected so many, how it moved Cynthia to
kiss his corpse on the lips,
how that moved
Gloria and Machismo’s sisters to, impromptu, engage Cynthia in the sweet
science.
At the funeral.
As we behold the pale horses draw Machismo’s Puerto Rican
flag-draped coffin through the streets of East Harlem
let us remember that Gerald Ford wanted to make Puerto Rico the 51st state.