So, recall when I said I had found the actual deed. If you look at an earlier picture, I found the entry for the conveyance of a grant from Coauhila y Tejas to Manuel Becerra. Since the deed is a written legal document transferring ownership of property from one person to another person it is a way of the government entity at the county level to legitimize the conveyance. So, it seems like back in the days, the county clerk would transcribe a legal instrument like a grant, a warranty, a court decision, etc. I looked at a lot of the Mexican land grants that were recorded as deeds in their books, the county clerk often took their time writing these long, beautiful pages in Spanish or English detailing by pencil the grant in question. As luck would strike, the county clerk who legitimized the grant by recording it as a deed in the books did a bad job copying what was on Becerra's land title. As you can see below, it was done by pencil, it was done rather cheaply where they would sketch in the seal and in this case this person did a terrible job copying the Spanish words from the legal title of Becerra to the book. They rather just mangled many of the Spanish words just to record it in the books as a deed. Not much bells and whistles in this transfer to legitimize the grant. It was done in a manner that seems haphazard. I did ask the clerk to make photocopies of this deed as recorded in the books and I'll post those later. Anyhow, the point is, is that I'm looking for legitimacy and I found it!
The quest to understand what happened to Antonio de la Garza's land was not one that was born out of curiosity, instead, it was born out of necessity. A necessity I felt was needed to help expunge the vicissitudes and injustices our people had to endure at the turn of the 20th century, an injustice that left its imprint on the soul of Becerra generations to come. My journey with this story started over 20 years ago. Abel Rubio's book, Stolen Heritage, had laid dormant in my father's living room for more than 10 years, and so one day I saw it sitting amongst other books and asked my father if I could take it home and read it. I had always been curious about the book and thought I'd give it a spin and read it from cover to cover in hopes of understanding what had happened. Over the course of a few weeks, I made time to read it, not really knowing what it would lead to or how it would end. Yet, in the end, I chose to close the book and put it back on the shelf for ano...
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