Emilio is a childhood friend of mine who we appropriately call Malo (mean).
Usually, Malo and I converse about old times; friends we have lost and experiences we shared growing up. So it surprised me the other day when he asked me, “Poule, why does Donald Trump want to build a pinche (damn) wall?”.
I gave him a short shrift answer that it was his solution to end unlawful border crossing.
Malo replied indignantly, either to my casual and shallow observation, or to Trump’s callousness:
I don’t have any fancy letters after my last name, Poule, but chale (no), that’s not the real reason he is trying to separate us from Mexico. Trump knows this country is changing in color, culture, and influence and he wants to stop it.
On the first day of class, I always inform my university students that I hold two PhDs — one from a premier research institution, UC Berkeley, and the other from one of the toughest neighborhoods in the country, East Los Angeles’ Ramona Gardens housing project or Big Hazard projects (named after the notorious gang).
While I’ve relied on my research and analytic skills to criticize Donald Trump, as the Republican presidential nominee, I’ve also depended on my street smarts to deconstruct his extremist politics and erratic behavior. While political foes, pundits, cable news anchors and journalists are bewildered by Trump, I grew up with his type: Wannabe tough guy, bully and hustler. To deal with Trump, we must view him through these typologies, among others, such as xenophobe, racist, money-grubber and liar. [Mas…]
San Diego artist Ricardo Islas used acrylic on wood to create this miniature 5″ x 7″ gem — Gentrification.
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During the National Association of Black Journalists Convention in Minneapolis last weekend I decided to take a break and visit East Lake Street.
That’s the heart of the city’s Mexican and Somali immigrant communities. I had tacos at Taqueria Los Ocampo then strolled down East Lake and discovered scenes one might find in East Los Angeles, Houston’s Northside or Albuquerque’s South Valley.
The murals were a reflection of a people who came north…way north.
I like these photos especially: [Mas…]
Dear Ex-local artist, writer, activist, bohemian, street eccentric, and/or protector of difference…
Imagine a city, your city and your former “hip” neighborhood, being handed over by greedy politicians and re/developers to the crème de la crème of the tech industry. This includes the 7 most powerful tech companies in the world. I don’t need to list them: their names have become verbs in lingua franca; their sandbox is the city you used to call your own. [Mas…]
A rose grows among the cracked sidewalks, of
the tear stained barrio streets, where happiness
is a luxury and can easily be lost forever. While
deep in their thoughts a young Chicano couple
are falling in love.
A painting of the Virgin looks down upon streets
which are so far from heaven, yet not so far away,
from hell. Young men strut like roosters, each
wanting to rule for the day, while their women
willingly look to sell their soul for the poison
which temporarily takes the pain away. [Mas…]
If you’re hanging with the clika, you need a street/hood/gang name. Here’s a handy one-minute rundown.
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Eight bits rule the world in this remixed version of the Beck tune. But what are the words?
Qué onda guero?
Qué onda Jose?
See the vegetable man
In the vegetable van
With a horn that’s honking
Like a mariachi band
In the middle of the street [Mas…]