So when I look at this in front of the Albuquerque Museum I question the valiance and prestige that I once held for my Spanish heritage. It is easier to sift through this proverbial bath water, before throwing out the waste. But in continuation of what was discussed below to honor the gallant without disclosing the savage is distressing.
Immigrating Without Borders
I immigrated from Albuquerque’s city life to a quieter Santa Fe. Santa Fe is 50 some odd miles north of Albuquerque along the Camino ...
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There is a part of the Chicano culture that is ruthless. Even the slightest social struggle creates opportunity for deviance. My family wa...
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Part 3 Where did the ability to self abuse originate? If I take a critical look at the people in my barrios that perpetrated on the home...
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Part 2 The darker aspects of my culture are simply expressions of communal pain. Without diving into excuses or reasons for class structure...