I Now Live In Northern Mexico....
As much as this pains me to say, I live on a cul-de-sac (with 15 homes) and I am the only non-Hispanic speaking person left on this block. When I moved here in 1994, it was predominantly English speaking. Gradually, over those years, Hispanic families have moved in, making this little piece of my American dream more like Northern Mexico, and a lot less like Southern California.
Every weekend is filled with blaring, often annoying Mexican music. On top of this, on most weekends there is no less than full-blown fiesta, which eventually spills over unto my property (empty beer cans; drunk males urinating on bushes and behind cars; broken bottles of liquor strewn all over the street; loud Mariachi music until all hours of the early morning; visitors who park their cars on lawns, sidewalks, and double park making getting into and out of the cul-de-sac nearly impossible; fights and shouting obscenities; and at least one or two police visits to turn down music - which no one listens too - because the music goes right back up when they leave the street).
I'd love to move, but that takes money, something my fixed income makes impossible to do.
So, when the governor makes it even more inviting to come over the borders without applying for the permits and paperwork to make it legal, is it any wonder that what few Caucasians are left in California are angry!
This Dream Act thing is going to cost California taxpayers more than money, and that is truly sad.