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There might be a day when American children will be forced to listen to our history. There might be a day when anglo children will be forced to listen to how great our fore fathers were. But for now, I must carry the burden of two histories, one buried and renamed and one force fed. I must dance with the responsibility of upholding two cultures, one addicted to pain and the other crippled by choices. I must struggle with discerning my acceptance or rejection in both.
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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... -
As I recognize my life’s tank dial, move closer and seemingly faster than ever towards empty, I accept how pain and love complement themselv... -
An advocate for Christ and the peasant, was assassinated 31 years ago on the 24th of March. He was killed for trying to make sense of t...
