“Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses…” Name that tune. For those of you who grew up listening to 90s rock like me, it’s an easy challenge. “Killing in the Name,” by Rage Against the Machine, of course. [Press link to song here to get the full effect of this
Tag: Angry Chicana
How many of you heard this story that made headlines about a week ago? That the wealth of the richest 62 people in the world is equivalent to the wealth of half of the world’s poorest population? Just to add to the asco (disgust) of it all, the equation would be as follows: 62 rich
What more is there to say? Most of those cabrones don’t even have a remote idea of what Dia de los Muertos is about. In their shallow minds the day has become equated to painting your face and of course partying. Ignorance at its best represented by the current commercialization and co-opting of a Mexicano
Or maybe it’s not that we don’t care. It’s that too many of us care more about what’s the latest Reality TV chisme than we do about Mother Earth and even less about the human condition. [Disclaimer: this doesn’t apply to all and most likely not to those who will take a moment out of
Thanks to the Creator the legislative is now over. It was a tough one for so many of our community groups and organizations who dedicate their time up there amidst the madness of the session. In many of our platicas about these long, hard political battles someone would always end up making the comment about
[My tribute to our gente that continue to face the harsh reality of food injustices across our state; today is Food & Farms Day at the legislature] First off, don’t start hating right away you Chicano-lites out there who have the privilege, yes privilege, of shopping at Whole Foods. Please at least read my educational
[Warning: read with caution, coming from an angry place] Late last night I made the mistake of browsing through the pinche Sunshine Portal, even the name is a mockery. I didn’t feel so ‘sunshiney’ after finding out what some of the gente make at the institution. After seeing the figures I was so riled up
[Clarification: you are right my dear amigo RR, the system is not broken, it is working the way it is intended to, not in our favor.] Today is one of those days that I can feel the massive weight and heavy burden of the broken system upon my Brown female body. Today I embrace my
La lucha va seguir… I don’t even know how to start this one. Sitting here en el pinche Starbucks of all places trying to make sense of it all, my head still clouded and in the haze of denial. Damn the pain! Damn you vendidos! Pain and frustration with the reality that at the end
Anybody else in deep depression or straight out anger this morning? Maybe I should go door to door telling folks thanks a lot for not getting your behind out to vote. 4 more years of Susana la … (fill in the blank with your favorite word). And if that wasn’t enough of a slap in
La Xicana 