My name is Marcario Garcia. I am a soldier who fought in the war against Germany in 1944 and single-handedly helped my side win. I even won a medal of honor from the president, Harry Truman . In honor of my hard work the League of United Latin Americans, or LULAC for short, rewarded me with a party and dance on September 9, 1945. The event was seen as an opportunity to show others that Latin Americans deserve to be treated fairly and equally, And I don't want to be treated like trash my whole life so of course I agreed to go.
Later that evening I walked down to the only hot night spot in town, The Oasis Café. I walked into the café and requested to be served, “I would like to be seated please” I asked “Can’t you read the sign, we don't serve your kind” said one of the workers. The sign clearly stated in black and red letters: "We serve whites only no Spanish or Mexicans", I was confused on why they said both since they are the same. Next thing I know I'm getting beaten with a bat.
The owner, Donna Andrews, had a different way of seeing things. She claimed, “He walked into my café, looking like he was drunk. He rudely demanded to be severed, but we did not serve people of color. He then proceed to throw items at the wall in rage and punched me in the mouth”
Because there were two different sides of the story, The Jim Crow laws were still in effect and I was Mexican, I was arrested and was set for an arranged trial. Before my trial I was greeted by another Mexican Bruno A. Garcia. “My buddy and I wanted to go down to the cafe to recreate what happened that day and get the truth of what went down that day. When we got down there we were also denied service and accused of violent behavior.” He stated.
After my trial was stalled for some time and time again, I was eventually released in June 1946. And all charges against me were dropped and I move on with my life.
After the incident I decided to become a counselor for the veterans administration, I finally got sworn in as a US citizen June 25, 1947, earned my GED, even decided to get married to this beautiful woman, Alicia Reyes May 18,1952 ,had three children and settled in the Fort Bend Area.
I live a quiet life with my wife and kids. On Christmas Eve 1972 I think about how great my life is now and how happy I am, as I drive to get presents for my children. Another car zooms past and BOOM!
The cars collide killing Marcario in the process. His death is remembered by all in many different ways, Like books, Memorials, and documentaries. He was a great man and did great things and one day others will know that too.