Madre. Maestra. Activista.
AKA – “What the Fucking Fuck?!” Moments First of all, please mi gente, excuse what can easily be perceived to be extremely foul language, but I had to write this piece and if I’m honest, it reflects how I often feel throughout the course of dealing with life and the many curve balls it throws
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
He calls himself the “Father of the Modern Primitive Movement, Teacher & Artist.” He was “born in 1930 on what was then an Indian Reservation, Fakir is a depression baby from Aberdeen, South Dakota.” South Dakota people! (see http://fakir.org/aboutfakir/index.html). Many of the images you will find on his website highlight bare-breasted women pulling chest piercings. Yes
