The year is 2030. Not being able to sleep, former Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer finds herself alone in a strange, white room.

“Where am I?” she asks herself, as she experiences a recurring nightmare about Mexicans, before going back to sleep.

Always looking for a scapegoat for Arizona’s woes, even in her twilight years, Brewer dreams of placing the burden of the state’s economic woes on individuals of Mexican descent, instead of the credit crises, housing bubble, banking deregulation policies, Wall Street greed and recession.

Here is a rough sketch of Brewer’s Mexican nightmare.

It has been over 20 years since she led Arizona into financial bankruptcy, following a series of anti-immigration laws that devastated the desert state’s already fragile economy. It was not only undocumented immigrants who fled to other parts of the U.S. to avoid Arizona’s draconian laws but was also all people of Mexican decent, including citizens and permanent residents, who found the state too hostile.

Thanks to Brewer, a new term has been added to the American lexicon: Latino flight.

Gone are the four C’s that have sustained Arizona’s economy for decades: cotton, cattle, citrus and copper. Gone are the Latino workers who toiled in these sectors; no farm workers, miners, construction workers or small entrepreneurs; no service workers, nannies, house cleaners, paid gardeners, busboys, dishwashers, cooks, car wash workers or day laborers. Moreover, gone are the ethnic enterprises, which catered to Latinos and mainstream communities alike, such as restaurants, construction companies, bakeries, local markets and clothing stores.

Apart from people fleeing this racist state in mass, the numerous lawsuits and national boycotts eventually took a toll on the state’s tourism sector, including retirement communities and long-term care facilities. This includes the loss of out-of-state business and trade with Mexico.

Consequently, the state government filed for bankruptcy, finding itself at the mercy of the federal government and President Antonio Villaraigosa.

The decline of Arizona, in Brewer’s delusional dream, started in 1942 when rural Mexicans successfully lobbied the U.S. and Mexican governments to create a guest worker program: the Bracero Program. As part of their master plan to enter the U.S. by the millions, guest workers used the Bracero Program as a Mexican Trojan Horse.

Contrary to the official story, where Mexican immigrants labored in the U.S. agricultural industry following World War II to meet labor shortage demands, this program was conceived by rural Mexicans as part of their plan to abandon their families, material possessions and personal dreams for a bigger goal: the Latino-ization of American society.

Instead of returning to Mexico after their contracts expired during this two-decade program, the Mexicans sought refuge in America’s barrios, especially in the Southwestern states, such as California, Texas, Nevada and Arizona. They eventually made their way to the South, Midwest and other new destinations.

Once settled, the rural Mexicans-most of whom lacked formal education-met and organized at parks, churches and baseball games for decades without being detected. They disguised their covert activities during their Quinceneras, weddings and funerals.

The Mexicans’ master plan against the American way of life consisted of a three-pronged attack: linguistic, demographic and vocational.

First, learning from the French in Canada, the Mexicans decided to speak only Spanish in order to challenge the dominant language. By maintaining their native language, the Mexicans could easily conspire in public settings without the English-only Americans becoming aware of their activities.

Also, the Mexican nannies (and house cleaners) all agreed to speak only in Spanish to the American children in their care. Refusing to be paid extra for Spanish lessons, the domestic workers created a linguistic wedge between the American children and their monolingual parents.

Secondly, the Mexicans unanimously agreed to have a lot of babies. Over time, according to the Mexicans, the Mexican population growth rate in the U.S. would eventually surpass the white-majority. While Mexicans agreed to have 8 babies on average, the Americans maintained their meager 1.5 babies on average.

Also, the Mexicans, meeting in maternity wards, decided to select the same baby names, such as Jose and Maria, to confuse the Americans. This allowed the Mexicans to easily exchange birth certificates, driver licenses and jobs.

“This is perfect,” one Mexican said at the original meeting. “Not only do we all look alike, we can exchange identities with each other.”

Lastly, the Mexicans initiated a long-term campaign of stealing manual labor jobs from American workers. Not only did the Mexicans take away these dead-end, low status jobs from American citizens, they also insisted on working for low wages without benefits.

“No, Mr. Smith,” said Jose at one meeting, “I refuse to work at the federal minimum wage. Please pay me in cash and don’t worry about any of that overtime and health coverage stuff.”

By doing so, the Mexicans created a lazy U.S. workforce and hampered America’s most prized virtue: the Protestant work ethic. Consequently, the Americans wasted no time in exporting all of the remaining manufacturing and factory jobs to foreign countries, crippling the American economy.

Suddenly, Brewer awakes from her nightmare, finding herself in the same strange, white room. This time, however, she finds herself with company.

“Who are you all and where am I?” asks Brewer.

“I’m your doctor,” says the first person. “My name is Dr. Maria Gomez and you’re in a long-term care facility in Mexico.”

“Hello,” says the second person. “My name is Jose Gonzalez and I’m your nurse.”

“Good morning,” says the third person. “My name is Maria Cruz and I will care for all of your hygienic needs.”

“I want to go home,” pleads Brewer.

“This is your new home,” says Dr. Gomez. “Your family couldn’t care for you anymore and they brought you here since Arizona exported all of their hospitals and long term care facilities.”

“Don’t worry,” Maria say, “In Mexico we have a saying, ‘Mi casa, es su casa.’ We’ll treat you like family.”

Without uttering another word, Brewer begins to weep.