…that Louis C.K. is Lynda Carter kind of mixed!! No wonder he is so authentic and astute in the funniest of ways. Not because he happened to be born Irish and Mexican. Nor because his mother went to the University of Michigan. It’s more about wisdom born out of experience or something like that. When your experience and your self image do not match the one projected onto you by the world around you, you have the opportunity to observe things from a more neutral space. One in which nothing is really as it seems because, as the main character in your life story, you are not as you seem. So there’s a kind of duality to the experience that has the potential to lead you right into the oneness of it all. Simply because the duality doesn’t work. It doesn’t make sense.
The same scenario could also afford one the opportunity to go bat shit crazy.
Louis C.K.: I’m an Accidental White Person
The comedy superstar reveals how coming to the U.S. from Mexico shaped his artistic sensibility
APRIL 11, 2013
Where does Louis C.K.’s off-kilter comic vision come from? Turns out the answer may be “Mexico.” C.K. was born in Washington, D.C., but moved to his father’s native Mexico at age one – he and his family didn’t move back to the U.S. until he was seven or so. “Coming here and observing America as an outsider made me an observing person,” C.K. tells senior writer Brian Hiatt in the new issue of Rolling Stone. “I grew up in Boston and didn’t get the accent, and one of the reasons is that I started in Spanish. I was a little kid, so all I had to do was completely reject my Spanish and my Mexican past, which is a whole lot easier because I’m white with red hair. I had the help of a whole nation of people just accepting that I’m white.”
“Race doesn’t mean what it used to in America anymore,” he continues. “It just doesn’t. Obama’s black, but he’s not black the way people used to define that. Is black your experience or the color of your skin? My experience is as a Mexican immigrant, more so than someone like George Lopez. He’s from California. But he’ll be treated as an immigrant. I am an outsider. My abuelita, my grandmother, didn’t speak English. My whole family on my dad’s side is in Mexico. I won’t ever be called that or treated that way, but it was my experience.”