Posts Tagged ‘membership’
The People’s Sermon, by Paulina Helm Hernandez
I’ve seen May Day co-opted over the years and real working people stomped over on the way to socialist rallies organized by people that cannot imagine such suffering. But our parents faces remind us of the true cost of sacrifice, and what it means to cross a river into a better life.
ReadMijente Hosting First Ever National Gathering of Members!
This Fall, Mijente is hosting a Sazonblea, the first official national gathering of Mijente’s membership. We will be coming together to connect, strategize together and build shared vision for the work of Mijente.
ReadLatinx Anti-Blackness Killed Philando Castile
As news broke that a court acquitted Officer Yanez, the 29 year old Latino police officer who shot and killed Philando Castile while he wore his seatbelt and his girlfriend livestreamed from the passenger side of his car last summer, reactions of outrage and disbelief poured throughout the country. Castile's mother took to facebook telling [...]
ReadIndigenous Self-Care Practices for Organizers
There’s no denying that we are in the midst of a historical time where social, political, and economic trends are changing. Folks are organizing their communities, jumping full force into defending freedoms and fighting for liberation. It’s important in these times to not drift from ourselves; our bodily and spiritual needs. As an Afro-Peruana, I [...]
ReadLánzate Thoughts: Con Toda La Fuerza de Mijente
December 15th, 2015For 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.
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