
Viva El BEAST!
Recollections
of an Undocumented Editor
For
a brief period, BEAST publisher Paul Fallon decided to cut
costs through the employment of undocumented workers. The
project was soon cancelled when Fallon realized that illegal
immigrants weren’t willing to work for the meager pay than
domestic BEAST staffers receive. We asked one of these temporary
editors, who went on to further success, to relate his memories.
When
I feers to meeten Meester Paul [Fallon], I wuss a supposeen
to work on thee strobeddy fahm. To peeck tha’ strobeddy. Me
llamo Jaime . My moother, she sendses me to Ameddiga, to peeck
thee beddies and to mage thee mooney. To send eet bag to my
country, sos my familia gan buyses brayd and cheecken. But
Meester Paul, I sees heem woon day, ovare by thee troocks
weeth all thee peeckers. He pools oop een hees nize acar:
a Bee Em Doobleyoo. He walkses ovare to me and he sayza, “I
know how you gan mage mooch bayter mooney than thees, workeen
only a leetle beet oof thee tine.”
I
wuss astunned to heered thees. Meester Paul, he askses me,
“Wouldeen you lige to do thees eeasy work, Jaime? Eets mooch
bayter than peeckeen beddies.”
“Oh,
yes,” I says, shakeen my cabesa. “Veddy much, Meester Paul.
Eet soundses wondarefool.” I open hees acar and then I sees
all of thees noospayperses evereeware. There ees no ware for
mee to seet downed een thee car. “Oh, thot’s joosta tha Bees’,”
Meester Paul sayza. “Just pusheeng them ovare,” he sayza to
me. Then, he sayza, “You lige noospayperses?”
I
tell heem I don’t know nootheeng aboud noospayperses. “I ganno
reed or wride nootheeng, Meester Paul. Ees thees a prooblen?”
I ask heem. I wussa veddy sod aboud eet.
“Oh,
no, not at all!” heesa yelleeng and laffeeng to me. “Don’t
woddee about eet at all, Jaime.” I wussa so hoppee to heeren
heem sayza thot to me. Heeza keeps on laffeeng on the ride
teel we gets to hees houze. I wussa leetle scaresed by thot.
But I don’ts woddee—Meester Paul, he seemses so nize. Ot leest,
thot’s ees whot I theenkeen then.
Boot
veddy soon, Iyen learneeng whot eet ees really lige to worg
ot thee Bees’. Meester Paul, he breengses me to hees
awfeez to worgs weeth all thee oother Bees’ worgers.
Boot, eet wussa craysee for heem to sayz we should mage thees
noospayperses. Noboody worgeen at the awfeez speakses eeny
Eengleesh! En’ one of Meester Paul’ses worgers wussa noot
eben a ghumeen peersoon. He hos a horse worgeen there! Joos’
lige Caleegula!
“But
Meester Paul,” I sayz to heem, “How gan we mage a noospayperses
weethoud knowseen thee Eengleesh?” Meester Paul, hees astoop
heesa smileen for the feers tine seence he peeks me oop in
hees car. Hees gets veddy ongree and rolls hees ojos en’ sayz,
“Thot’s noot my prooblen!”
“Boot
Meester Paul,” Iyen pleeden weeth heem, “I don’t know nootheen
abou’ poleeteecal sottire!”
“Stopeen
your beetcheen,” he sayz to me. “Thees ees all you needeen
to know.” And he throwses a beeg bog of morreewhana at oos.
Tha’ horse, hees a starteen to wheeny weeth playjor. Then,
Meester Paul, heesa slameen tha’ dor shoot. “You goota two
weegs!” hees shouteen behine tha’ door.
For
two weegs, Iyen worgeen weeth all thee oother peopleses, eeben
though they don’ speekeen what Iyen speekeen. En’ I no speekeen
whoot they wussa speekeen. We smokeen all tha’ morreewhana
een a few hourses. Tha’ res’ oof tha’ tine, we tryeen to mage
a foony noospayperses. Eggsep for the horse—hees a coompleetly
stoneen. He wheenyeen the whole tine. En’ he getteen tha’
moonchies from the morreewhana and he spends all hees tine
eeteen tha’ carpeteen en’ our shoelazes en’ shoeses. I hof
to walg aroun’ weeth barefootses begoss oof thot horse.
Two
weegses ees goeen by so fost! Boot I no’ sleepeen o’ nootheen.
I worgeen so hard to learn Eengleesh en’ sottire. When we
feeneesh our worgeen, we wussa oll so proud oof whoot we hod
doone. We hod mageen so moony joges abou’ stoopeed Ameddeegens.
We mageen foon oof oother coontrees and magen oop craysee
stories abou’ how they threateneen Ameddeegens. ‘Speshully
Orob coontrees. We preetendeen thot lyeen poleeteeshuns sayzing
thot coontrees are goeen to attock Ameeddeecka weeth gian’
meesulls. And thot peebles ees goeen to die from oll kine
oof teddeeble deeseeses. Eet wuss sooch foony stoof! We wussa
soo hoppee!
Meester
Paul, he coome to tha’ awfeez when tha’ tine ees oop. He oonlocka
tha’ door en’ we squeenten from all oof tha’ light thot coomes
een. Meester Paul, he lookses lige a gian’ shoddow een tha’
door. We wussa leetle scareses ot feers, oonteel we adjoost
our ojos. When we sees eet ees Meester Paul, we weere eggsited
to show heem the noospayperses we hod mageen. We honded heem
thee eesue en’ we waiteen for heem to starten smileen.
Boot,
Meester Paul, he dooeseen smileen et oll. He ees lookeen at
the paginas, turneen them en’ reedeen so fost en’ getteen
veddy ongry. We oll weer becoomeen escared oof heem. Soodeenly,
hees throween tha’ noospayperses to thee groun’. We wussa
sheevereen weeth feer.
“You
eedeeots!” Meester Paul wuss shouteen. “You doon’ writeen
sottire—you writeen tha’ New Yorg Tines!”
“Boot
Meester Paul! Plees,” I wuss beggeen heem. “How we writeen’
tha’ New Yorg Tines? We just mageen thees oop. We doon’
eben know how to reedeen tha’ New Yorg Tines!”
“Get
out!” Meester Paul wuss yelleen. “Get out, oll oof you! I
doon’ eber won’ to see you agayn!” We oll roonneen out thee
door. Boot before I goeen, Iyen grob a coopee oof tha’ noospayperses.
Later, when I hod stoppeen to catcheen my breaths, I remembereen
whot Meester Paul has a sayzeen abou’ tha’ New Yorg Tines.
I taygeen my coopee oof tha’ Bees’ en’ I osk how I
gan get to where tha’ Tines ees.
Thot
wuss a long years ago. Seence thot tine, I hove wreeteen moony
Eengleesh wordses for tha’ New Yorg Tines. I hove wreeteen
moony bookses en’ been on moony talkeeng shows. I hove becoome
famoos all ober thee mundo. You hove probably been reedeen
my wordses een tha noosapayperses for so moony yearses. Boot
tooday, I gooen by a veddy deeferen’ name thon when I was
peeckeen strobeddies and writeen for tha’ Bees’. Iyen
no longer useen tha’ name Jaime, no for a long tine. Today,
I am knoween to tha’ world as Tomas de Friedameen.
