MONDAY, JULY 4, 1921. _Mexico City._

My Mexican acquaintances, mother and daughter, took me to tea with

some friends of theirs, who lived in a really lovely house, almost

palatial. The daughter of the house was intelligent and spoke perfect

English. I had a long talk with her and learnt something of the Mexican

aristocracy’s view point: She said that decent and honest people in

Mexico try to keep out of politics, and not to meet the politicians

or the Generals. Otherwise they are persecuted by whatever Government

follows for having even been friends with the Government that has

been overthrown. The politicians of whatever regime have always

been self-interested. Their object is to make as much as they can

while their Government lasts. Against this there is no remedy. If the

President tried to enforce rigorous measures against graft, etc., he

would be turned upon and rent asunder. Referring to General Obregon,

she said he was pretty well acknowledged by every one to be honest and

purposeful, the best out of 15,000,000 people, but “thieves” as she

expressed it helped him to become President, and he dare not get rid

of them for that reason, “I suppose he is in honor bound to stand by

them,” I said--“Not at all.” She contradicted, “but if he dismisses

them they would plot against him.... His only way is to kill them.” (I

felt I was probing this skin-deep civilization!!).

Everyone seems to live in great uncertainty. “In the Revolution” (I

did not understand which of the many!) people’s houses and farms and

motors, etc., were taken away from them. A few of them have been

inadequately paid for since, and some farms have been returned to their

owners, but in such a dilapidated condition as to make them almost

hopeless.

“If anything happened to General Obregon, things would be far worse ...

there would be chaos....” I was told. A Revolution is impossible unless

the Indians are with it. They are very easily led, and always side with

the richest General. I was told a good deal more, but it represented

the average bourgeois point of view,--so ready to criticize, so

inaccurate in its details.

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