I Definitely Do See Language Serving Its

I Was Just, Like, Not At All The Office Type; I Was The Artist Type.

Hispanic Gives Us All One Ultimate Paternal Cultural Progenitor: Spain. The Diverse Cultures Already On The American Shores When The Europeans Arrived, As Well As Those Introduced Because Of The African Slave Trade, Are Completely Obliterated By The Term. Hispanic Is Nothing More Than A Concession Made By The U. S. Legislature When They Saw They Couldn't Get Rid Of Us. If We Won't Go Away, Why Not At Least Europeanize Us, Make Us Presentable Guests At The Dinner Table, Take Away Our Feathers And Rattles And Civilize Us Once And For All.

We Live In A Polarized World Of Contrived Dualisms, Dichotomies And Paradoxes: Light Vs. Dark And Good Vs. Evil. We As Mexic Amerindians/mestizas Are The Dark. We Are The Evilor At Least, The Questionable.

I Feel That It's Very Important For Young People To Have A Sense Of History And Do Research And Don't Re-invent The Wheel And Don't Think That You're The First Martyr To Discover Social Injustice But To Take Advantage Of Previous Generations Of Activists And Find Out What They Did And How They Resolved Things.

There’s Something Insupportable About Being Pissed With The One Person On This Planet That Sends Your Adrenaline Flowing To Remind You That You’re Alive. It’s Almost Like We’re Mad Because We’ve Been Shocked Out Of Our Usual Comatose State Of Being By Feeling Something For Someone, For Ourselves, For Just A Moment.