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I rose from my front room sofa before Mexico’s World Cup match against Czechia when the Telemundo announcer said it was time for the Mexican national anthem.

The public tackle system at Azteca Stadium in Mexico City performed a short string intro. My back straightened. I pressed my proper hand against my chest horizontally in the conventional gesture that accompanies the tune. And then I recited the opening lyrics to a tune I’ve heard all my life but that I only started committing to reminiscence this month:

Mexicanos al grito de guerra/El acero aprestad y bridón/Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra/Al sonoro rugir del cañon

Those florid nineteenth century phrases — “Mexicans, at the cry of war/Ready the steel and the bridle/and may the Earth tremble to its core/at the cannon’s resounding roar” — make “The Star-Spangled Banner” appear as anti-war as “Give Peace a Chance.” My kumbaya coronary heart nonetheless jumped as the anthem continued.

Goosebumps blossomed on my pores and skin as Mexico’s head coach Javier Aguirre, he of a stern face and grey haircut worthy of a drill sergeant, beamed while singing. My eyes watered as the digicam panned over his arm-in-arm gamers as they shouted the line, “Think, o beloved homeland! That heaven/gave you a soldier in each son.”

Millions of Mexican Americans like myself have stumbled through the himno nacional during this World Cup, whereas in earlier years, we would have just hummed some bars or stayed silent. It’s a boisterous manner to join with one half of our hyphenated lives and get in the proper mindset to root for El Tri, but in any other case one thing we don’t actually have to know all the manner through given we’re in the U.S.

Yet seeing stadiums and bars packed with Latinos sporting the jerseys of their ancestral houses and warbling their national anthems during this World Cup has been a jolt of inspiration I wasn’t anticipating. Those few minutes before each match have turn out to be a reminder of what we’re up against at this second in the Western Hemisphere, as President Trump thirsts to smash Latin America into submission while persecuting too many of us stateside.

In downtown Santa Ana earlier this week, Alicia Rojas quietly recited Colombia’s national anthem phrase for phrase before a recreation against the Democratic Republic of the Congo, even though she was just one of a handful of Colombian followers at Chapter One: The Modern Bistro.

“It reconnects me to my roots, my family and the memories of home,” said Rojas, who was born in Bogotá and moved to the U.S. at age 12. The artist has helped to arrange against federal immigration raids in Orange County and volunteers for local political races. “Those few minutes remind me that beyond our differences, we share a history, a culture and a love for the land that made us who we are.”

Latinos are a famously divided bunch, to the level that we don’t even like a catch-all label for “us.” A 2024 Pew Research Center survey discovered that 52% of Latinos favor to refer to themselves by their household’s nation of origin, while only 30% determine as Hispanic or Latino and just 17% use plain ol’ American.

One factor that can unite us all — and all lovers of liberty, for that matter — is those Latin American national anthems. Many have been written in the aftermath of wars for independence. Most are brilliant, rousing listens, even if you don’t perceive Spanish, because their chords replicate the Romantic classical music in style at the time of their composition in the nineteenth century. All call for their countrymen to struggle against tyranny.

Cue up this soundtrack for your summer season:

Paraguay’s national anthem begins by stating that the people of the Americas have been “oppressed for three centuries” until they rebelled. Ecuador’s remembers how its founding fathers “cried out a holy voice to the heavens/that noble voice of a unbreakable pledge/to defeat that [Spanish] monster of blood.” Colombia’s equally doesn’t shrink back from how violent its struggle for independence was, but takes solace that “in furrows of pain/good now germinates.”

On and on, these songs stir the soul. Argentina: “Hear the sound of broken chains/See noble equality enthroned.” Uruguay: “Tyrants: Tremble!/We shall cry out ‘Liberty’ in battle!” — a boast backed by flutes and violins that make it sound like a Rossini overture. I particularly like how Panama’s national anthem concludes by urging “shovel and pick/to work without delay” — a reminder that the job of creating a better society is never achieved.

Conservatives have, unsurprisingly, long railed at the very concept of singing the national anthems of other international locations on American soil. But that just reinforces Samuel Johnson’s adage that patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

There’s nothing unsuitable with taking inspiration from the clarion calls of other international locations. “O Canada” is as hovering as “God Save the King,” while revolutionaries across the world have chanted “La Marseillaise” for centuries. And yes: I sing “The Star-Spangled Banner” with all my coronary heart as properly — and I positively know the phrases to it.

But the message of the U.S. national anthem isn’t enough for Latinos proper now. Hailing survival against an invading drive is important, but it’s a mindset too many of us have resigned ourselves to under Trump.

The theme of Latin America’s national anthems is the demand that we stand against despotism and push for a better world through sacrifice and valor. They ought to be a wake-up call, particularly for Latinos, to lead the electoral charge against Trump this November. We helped put him in the Oval Office in 2024, and now we have the energy to take Congress away from his GOP vassals.

Alas, all those paeans to freedom have performed out better in tune than in real life. Latin America is swinging rightward again, electing presidents who promise to channel the strongmen of yore and rule the area through may, not proper.

On the same night time that Rojas was cheering on Colombia, she was bemoaning that her homeland had elected Abelardo de la Espriella, a millionaire felony protection lawyer and political novice who earned Trump’s endorsement for his “tremendous accomplishments in life” — which embody claiming that feminine voters would choose him because of the supposed dimension of his genitals.

We must channel the hopes and desires of Simón Bolívar, Emiliano, Zapata, José Martí and other heroes of the Americas who fought for freedom for their countrymen, sought to solid off the long attain of colonialism and imperialism and urged pan-American alliances over without end wars.

Nothing like the World Cup’s unofficial pre-game soundtrack to reinforce this everlasting, common message.

Mexico dominated Czechia 3-0 and completed first in its group. When El Tri performs again on Tuesday in the first spherical of the knockout stage, I’ll stand at a packed Chapter One with other followers and so many more across the U.S. and sing again Mexico’s national anthem.

I’ll hope to have it all memorized by then instead of studying off my smartphone — the factor is difficult! The Spanish is archaic, the intonations are sophisticated, and the phrases tumble over themselves like a exhausting charge toward the purpose posts.

But I’ll do it — a little victory in the long battle for freedom that never ends.