December 15th, 2015
Lánzate Thoughts: Con Toda La Fuerza de Mijente
For a country girl who never heard the word Chicano until her second decade of life, imagining something like Mijente, a new political home for Latinx and Chicanx people, never would have occurred to me as a possibility . I didn’t grow up down for La Raza, shouting Brown power, or reading about Cesar Chavez and Dolores Huerta. What I did have was an unhealthy obsession with Selena and singing Blue Moon over and over again with my sisters. I had hoop earrings, soda-pop bangs, and ponytails slicked back with limón. I had chicarrones, tamales and Jarritos on the side of dusty fútbol fields. I had my father’s deep belting renditions of rancheras on Sunday mornings. I had a fear of the police taking away those I loved, of bosses withholding pay, of white children taunting us with their racist jeers.
December 15th, 2015
