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14 de Agosto, 2007
Pocho en la Ciudad [Nez Crashes YearlyKos Pt. 5]
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AND SO WE PICK UP THE TALE of Nezua at YearlyKos at the Quad; at 525 South State Street in Chicago.
The first night and I see a pattern begin that later repeats: me at home whilst others do the night life thing. But I've known for a while that I'm on my own schedule thing, sort of like an old man, I get sleepy by ten and am up at five or so. I did, finally, do the Drinking Liberally thing for no other reason than I felt I was supposed to, or would "miss out on," and so I did, and I paid the requisite physical fines for Cutting Loose...it mostly served as a reminder why I avoid it lately. But more on that night later.
Anyway, yeah, Kid Oakland and Bernita headed out into the night and off to...I wasn't sure where, because he wanted to "meet up with as many people as possible" which was a phrase that sort of scared me, as in my mind I saw some teeming and inexhaustible supply of "people" that were milling about the city in various areas waiting for us to meet them, and it worried me, I won't lie to you. I opted out and decided to stay home and have a chill evening. As I said, this would repeat for all but one of my nights.
It was all a bit strange, as I said. This whole idea of coming to Ykos to bring "Diversity." Making my way through these chocolate streets to bring some "Diversity" to the McCormick center. I wonder what the cabbies would have said if I told them. Shit. They probably would have looked at me like I was crazy. It felt a little crazy at moments. I think I felt it a bit as I met Bernita. Maybe it was just me, but it was odd. "Hello, fellow curiosity," I said in my mind. Or something like that. Here we are. Two of the special cases. Coming to bring some brown salvation to the Mainstream.
But Kid Oakland (organizer) believed in this thing just about as much as anyone can believe in anything. And I was out to discover new land. A descendant of the native invaded, setting sail to broach the pallid shores of blogtopia. I better get a holiday when I'm done. I didn't even kill anyone.
&uot

Kid Oakland, one of the Quad Squad and a roomie at the Chitown event, is quite proud of his no-sugar, all hot-dog breakfasts
THANKS TO BERNITA, I had a nice, big, hot cup of coffee the next morning as soon as I woke up. I had told her about my coffee needs and was wondering where I could snag a cup, as there was, of course, no grinder or coffeepot in the Quad. She mentioned buying a big cup and just nuking it in the morning. "I don't know if people do that," she said, but it sure made sense to me. I don't even want to look at the security desk people without coffee pumping through my arteries; hell, I don't even really want to see the sky until the Bean is in my stream. Were I out living on the land, or wearing some sort of loincloth and having forsaken all my wordly needs and wants, there would still be a dawn coffee bean ritual, I promise you that.
Anyway.
Being in Chitown really put my mind back to New York way. Sure, many people had things to say about how it was very different, and I get that. I see it ain't New York. But you are talking to someone who lived there not only through the WTC attack, but for years before and after. And who really loved the place. When I hit the streets of Chicago, I just started moving. Just like in NY...I just melded into the city's flow. Well not really. What I did was film Matt O. as he tried to hail us a cab. He had a hard time finding one, it was just the tiniest bit funny, and we laughed about it.
Now, you already know my story. I'm not here to divulge all of Matt's inner feelings or his journey. But we laughed because mi prima, (cousin) who is in politics and whoM matt knoweth, called him a "Pocho" and so Matt flipped it into a joke as we tried in vain to hail a cab, calling himself "El Pocho en la Ciudad." Now, normally I don't translate Spanish to English, but this means (I'm sure to many it's obvious) "The Pocho in the City." As with most jokes, there really isn't much meat left once you pick off all the explanation from the bones, and little laughter, too. But maybe I can put some of that back in during the editing process. I explain the word for a reason. It's integral to all of this.
I could easily be the Pocho en la Ciudad, but Matt doesn't see it that way, he sees himself as the Pocho. Either way, it might seem strange to embrace a word that references rotten/spoiled fruit figuratively, and whitewashed Mexicanos literally, but to some of us, it is empowering to take on what was a slur thrown by Mexican Americans who are not assimilated as much or at all. It steals some of the bite, eases a bit of the vergüenza we feel at almost being submerged in the pastepot.
This is a sensitive topic sometimes for 2nd, 3rd, 4th, etc generation Chicanos like us. Because there is a clash of cultures here in the USA between the Anglos and the Mexicanos and there has been since the Anglos invaded the land and decided to obliterate all other cultures that were here. There remains a great pull for us to assimilate. As I say in my own romantic and piegraph-less way, the Long War rolls on; the war to kill all the Indians, to break up the culture and family of the Mexicans, to erase or smooth over the Brown™.
Even with language, especially with language. And there are punishments and rewards and pride and shame and power in these struggles.
Por ejemplo, unlike my father, I have always spoken exemplary and non-accented English. I was raised mostly around English, and by a very smart and verbal young (white) woman (she turned 18 a week after I was born). I have stood out and won awards due to my writing and speaking. This is a great advantage I have over other Mexican Americans who were raised around broken English or Spanish.
Pues, it is an advantage by one view. And a great loss by another. It all depends on the moment and the lens. There is a brown man I think of now, that I met online, and that I've met in person. He writes for one of the big dogs, and I won't link or name him because I am not about shaming him, only making a point in my own story. (And I draw on my own thoughts, and of course the possibility exists that I might not accurately describe reality). He uses what I call "The Queen's Cacophony," which is a way of wielding English as a weapon, and is often used by whites when trying to belittle a brown person's argument, but more broadly, I think it is simply a way of wielding power here in the house of the conqueror, and we all do it. I feel it is always a trick of "whiteness," tho--at least here in the USA.
I spoke this way for a while without really seeing what I was doing. But language is a prime area in which we wield power. (My Koufax-nominated The Skin of my Soul series plays a lot with the ideas of language and power.) I didn't see this for a long time, but then again, I didn't see a lot of things once that I do now. (And I hope to continue that trend!) Again, nuance. I'm not saying that all people with wieldy vocabularies are looking to bully those who use less words. It's not a trick about using many words. You'll know it when you hear it. It's a way of speaking that falls all over itself affecting erudition (pretending to be smart), that bows to the academic (thinks school makes the rule on who is stupid and who is cool), that holds up as the highest bastion of civilized and intelligent discourse a model of speaking that is rooted in the English language and all her European and Greek and Roman and Latin antecedents (uses fancy grammar and words that very trickily frame the white Europeans as the standard bearers of brains), with many a flourish and a scraping bow and the more the person wants to look down on you, the loftier and less accessible their phrasing becomes (insecurity displayed as intelligence). I should save this for the next Skin of my Soul, but really, I think that brown people doing this are desperately trying to kiss up to the system that despises them. Or at least that, in part, I was. But those days are done. I cannot undo my ability to speak well (nor would I), but as I said...it's not really about vocabulary. You can be intelligent, discuss intelligent ideas, use your vocabulary as needed to communicate well, and yet never treat those you speak to as if they are idiots or that you are superior or that your words themselves are rose-scented gifts to the heathen, or hammers designed to smash feelings of security or self-worth.
(Of course there were times I was shamed simply for my natural gift of using language well, and it had nothing to do with my looking down on anyone. My reaction may, in time, have been to use language more aggressively. As a reaction. And we see that the entire power dynamic is not as simple as I might paint it...it's really all tied up and convoluted. But now we definitely travel into the territory that the aforementioned (ooh, law word) series is better suited to handle. Don't get me talking about language!)
My point is that Matt didn't catch us a cab right away. He was too busy eyeing pretty girls on bicycles. (Okay, Matt, so that's totally untrue. But I'll cut the film to look like that's what happened so you're out of luck, bro!) And my point is also that while us pochos can never change the way we were raised, we can educate ourselves, we can re-educate ourselves out of the frame that we were bent into. Find new books, and in them new truth. Find new art, and in it, ourselves. Reject the cold, white hands of this culture that attempts to hammer out our own worth, that attempts to tamp us into place, that strives to homogenize us and have us saluting and dying for a pack of lies while selling out and hurting and turning against our own people. We don't have to be OF that, and yet we can still live in it. We can be seeds of change, of truth, or simply sparks of friction inside the crazy-minded machine that reels and lurches toward destruction.
And to the bigdogwriter that I referenced earlier, it's cool, bro. I have no hard feelings about our clash. And I mean what I said that I hope we come to better understand each other. Maybe we ain't so different in the end. Time will tell.
But until then, ¡Órale, vatos!




SO FINALLY, I had made it to the much-vaunted McCormick Place (sp?), the site of the reknowned YearlyKos convention. All in all, my trip would probably cost over 1K, maybe $1500ish. Between the roundtrip plane tickets, the hotel/accomodations, the food and cab, the YKos registration and the loss of work time (this was four days?) there is no way I would normally be able to afford this. I paid for some of it, and I don't regret it. Because I can bring back my experience to you, and for myself, and I tried to make the most of it. But as a normal occurrence? Well, let me be clear, though--it's not that as a Mexican American I can't afford it. I have two pairs of shoes worth $300 a pop (and many cheaper ones!), an iMac setup that is fully loaded and costs over $3K, todo; drums, guitars, mics, mixing boards and other junk costing well over a few thou, and a fair amount of clothes. Being Mexican American did not get in my way of acquiring those. I just wouldn't spend that kind of money to come to one of these things! Not as it stands. I don't think that's because of money, though (although it is just too much, I have to admit, for my flow.) It is because our philosophies and interests are not in line enough that I feel it is "my place." Because I would put out a lot of fuel to be among those I felt were "with" me in politics/ worldview/ philosophies/ agendas. The YearlyKos/Netroots Nation event is not one of those places. A few of the panels were interesting, and I had some good moments in meeting some fellow Chicago Voices. And I will not omit those stories. But that is not the event; that is an artificial self-contained event. I was brought in under an "outreach" type of program, and that comes with certain costs, even unstated.
I know now that the money has been laid out and I have brought my Diversity Beans to the Great White Potpourri, there are certain expectations as to how I'll mash it up and spoon it out. It is understandable, really. And all well-intentioned. But por favor, squash that.
Let's just be brave, instead. Let's open up to what's real. Let's hear back from the Chicago 17, all of us, even with our differing, varied, and sometimes unexpected and conflicted reports. Let's see through the eyes of another aspect. There's truth to be found in all of this. Somewhere! And the truth here is that fate set this up so all 17 of us could bring back our experience and talk about it. That's what was told us. Not that we had to see it a certain way in order to validate anybody else's views on anything. Be careful with that pressure. (If I'm only imagining it, then it is unremarkable and nobody need defend against it.) Doing such a thing would tend to make us feel as if we were used. And I know that wasn't the case!
One more word in this installment (and yes, you have to wait to get inside the convention with me simply because I don't want to BLOW YOUR MIND by giving you too much goodness at once, but don't worry, I think this series (at least as written) is longer at the front than at the end). I read some junk online that there were not more bloggers of color at YearlyKos because we...what was that dumbass racist and typically Republican bullshit they spewed? That we are not educated enough? Or solvent (got paper stacks)? WTF was it? I hate to bust anyone's bubble, but I don't see myself as being uneducated. And I think if I can manage to be President of both the Creative Writing club as well as the Science Club (concurrently, thx), get straight As, Phi Betta Kappa, President's list and National Merit Scholar while pulling 24 credits (that's DOUBLE TIME, check it) at my community college, and then go right on to pull off High Honors with my NYU degree while at the same time managing a live-in relationship and a part time job (and a stint of homelessness WHILE still in school) in New York City, I can handle a convention of bloggers!

Please. You elitist schmucks kid yourself. Anyway...I think now that Bush the Moron has come out and helped destroy the world, Ivy League schools (you know who I'm talking to) are, shall we say... depreciated, in the world's eyes? So perhaps we should yank the frame and get it down in the virtual historia books that the reason some big bloggers draw such faulty conclusions about the diverse world around them is because they are...too "educated" by that system to be blind in certain ways. Sad, really.
Psst: Mainstream White Sites: The reason you are bleeding hits and losing readers is because you are right about something, and yet, you are very wrong about something else. You are right that people want change. You are wrong that you are leading the way on that change. You are right that people see through the bullshit of the Bush administration. But you are wrong that you have the antidote. You are right that the Republicans are poison. You are wrong in that the Democrats are currently the cure. You are right in that there is great harm being done by the ignorant and powerful to the righteous and the less powerful. You are wrong in imagining that you are aligned with the less powerful.
And some people are catching on. That's all.
NEXT in Part 6: Inside the convention! The brown caucus! The Black caucus! The white hordes! Self Doubt! Fancy Jellies and Having to Sit Through King Ego's Presser! All kinds of fun!
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EVEN WITH THE TITLE you sense my smirk and my tongue-in-cheek approach to the Great New Progressive Movement Convention, don't you? Well don't you, vato? So...qué? Did you think you were flying Anderson Cooper out to Chitown? Hmm? But I will do my bes... [Read More]
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Comentarios (21)
tgrdug dijo:
Exacto. Except it was my adoptive college graduate father that passed the language to me, not my mother. "You don't seem or sound like a Mexican to me" and sundry variations of said theme resound still, as though this is supposed to be some sort of compliment and not a slap to my brown face. Language is currency in America and like other forms we must use it fearlessly.
I love where your headed, carnal. I'm in. Vamonos!
Palabras por tgrdug spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 10:25 AM
Will dijo:
Beautiful writing. As usual. Thank you!
The "progressive" democrats and Kossacks need the disenfranchised to topple their twin electoral party. But they are scared to death that the "great unwashed" (as my father would say) might get too energized and actually take over the movement. (And why shouldn't the ones who need it most take it over?) So the self-appointed leaders must do a delicate accelerate-and-brake action, trying to create a movement, but hold back the momentum.
You rock, Nez!
Palabras por Will spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 11:08 AM
Theriomorph dijo:
Also loving the series.
The things you write about language here resonate deeply. This is always interesting for me as a person who is both a writer (and in love with the English language as my main music and tool) and aware of how language is also privilege, armor, and weapon all at once. It is a nuanced thing, but the use of language needs to be intentional, for justice - not to censor/silence artists, but to use words for larger truth. It's a lifelong work.
I think the reason I love your writing is because your language balances unaffected presence, vulnerability, truth-telling, confrontation, beauty, craft, and humor so skillfully. It's not a performance of ego geared to shut someone out, it's a generosity of vision geared to invite people in. Anyway, something like that. : ) Look forward to reading 'The Skin of my Soul.'
Palabras por Theriomorph spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 11:20 AM
Sylvia dijo:
so i was reading this post and i really got a hankering to talk a few hours about language...
Palabras por Sylvia spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 11:30 AM
organic mechanic dijo:
count me in, too.
this is so friggin' refreshing! got a bunch of new sites to peruse and comment on since coming here in search of a lucid, cogent de-brief w/regard to YK2.
it would be cool if someone would post the sites of the Chitown17 so we could check them out.
remember the Chicago7 -- a raucous bunch. back then, mostly due to the draft and the American War in Vietnam, we were in the streets and it was Life and Death.
in talking to a friend last night who was at the center of the DivineA-Listers, we came to the conclusion that it was a good thing i didn't waste my $$$ on YK2.
here's part of what i think the disconnect is about:
-- lots of the so-called Liberal Bloggers didn't get a political consciousness until year2000 w/ the Election/Selection. they chilled after 9/11, 'cause after all...
then things started to ramp up for them when they realized what BushCo really had in mind. that they see the current USAMilitary Adventure as supreme racism is not in their scope. and when someone calls them on that, their response is always: But we're "nice" people, we're "good" people -- it's just our government that sucks. yeah, right. wash, wash, but the blood doesn't come off.
-- what so many really want is to be noticed and part of the Traditional Media. there is also a lot of we-should-be-making-money-for-our-work chatter as well. i say: what makes you feel entitled to such a thing? they're tied up in knots about that, so, gotta' whittle away at the competition, no? A-Listers = a paycheck. and for the rest of you...rattle the cup.
-- and (to me) most importantly: this netroots "movement" has never known oppression. like, real oppression, not just having a president you don't like. it's a flabby movement, not brave or lean or real or underground or fighting for their lives and those of their families/friends. a lot of it is about comfort and comfort zones and echo chambers.
i think of the Panthers, AIM, LaRaza, the original EarthFirst!, the Grey Panthers, and the great movements that were quickly decimated (sp?) by COINTELPRO. sorry, the vast majority of the YK2 crowd falls way short. that's not to say if you haven't been oppressed you can't join the struggle. all are welcome. it is to say, though, that without that in the gut knowledge of true relentless and endless oppression because of the color of one's skin -- well, just don't tell me you feel my pain, and please don't dimiss it, either.
what the Whiteway Bloggers should do is just say: yeah, we're White and we're proud and we got limits. they just keep diggin bigger holes each time they try to talk about it.
i read better stuff in Harper's, The New Yorker, and the NYReview of Books, so i hope TradMedia sticks around a bit longer.
peace.
Palabras por organic mechanic spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 11:38 AM
Jenifer Fernandez Ancona dijo:
I've been thinking about something a lot lately. Is it possible, for those of us who are on the same side fundamentally, to not assume the worst in each other? Would that be a first step toward having a more productive conversation?
It reminds me of this basic lesson I learned a long time ago from a very wise amiga, about how to have a happy marriage. She said both partners should always put the other one first. It means that each person feels loved and lifted up, in an equal kind of way, and it strips away the self-centeredness and defensiveness that can come if you are thinking of yourself first. I know that my husband has my feelings at the top of his list, and I have his at the top of mine. It's an interesting way to approach a relationship, and it has worked amazingly for us.
It's so easy to assume the worst in people. I am totally guilty of this, in these conversations we've been having. And I feel badly about it. I know all the outside crap that factors into it all, so I'm not blaming myself or trying to deny the very real frustrations people are having. I'm just wondering if that's a simple first step we could all try to work on.
Palabras por Jenifer Fernandez Ancona spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 12:02 PM
Jenifer Fernandez Ancona dijo:
Oh, and I forgot to say, Nez, you are so right about the language thing.
I had something happen to me recently, in the multi-racial coalition work I am doing for my job, where I was unaware of the way the language I used, and the way I used it, was affecting the other women of color -- who come from much different experiences than I -- around me. It caused some tension to build up, which was good, because that's how I became aware of it.
There are so many things at work, and all intertwining together -- race, gender, class. For instance, I have spent much of my career as the only woman, and the youngest person, in a room of decision makers. When I was an editor of a local paper, I was the only woman in the daily budget meetings, and I often had to be aggressive to get a word in or to make a case. I had to work up to this, because it did not come natural to me. Fast forward to being in a meeting of mostly women of color for politics stuff, and that aggression that I learned bites me in the ass, because that is not the right way to approach things in that setting.
The biggest lesson I have learned lately is to try to be really self aware of all these interplaying dynamics in every situation.
Palabras por Jenifer Fernandez Ancona spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 12:10 PM
Matt Ortega dijo:
ahhahahahahhahahahahhahahahahhahahaha
El Pocho en la Ciudad!
Palabras por Matt Ortega spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 12:44 PM
RC dijo:
"But you are wrong that you have the antidote. You are right that the Republicans are poison. You are wrong in that the Democrats are currently the cure. You are right in that there is great harm being done by the ignorant and powerful to the righteous and the less powerful. You are wrong in imagining that you are aligned with the less powerful."
Well, That's exactly right Nez. I also have said this for a long time. But I don't have much hope of seeing change anytime soon. Trying to get some perspective about what I think about things I always have to remember that my views are radical and that the US electorate for the most part is not going to act as I would.
But if you have some direction I ought to look in for some hope, I'm ready to listen.
About the Cafe Wakeup: I live out in the jungle in fact, wake up naked, just like you hypothesized you might and the very first thing that has to happen before I get down to any kind of functioning at all is the JAVA.
Without it, I'm just dazed and confused.
Palabras por RC spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 02:12 PM
luisa dijo:
what is it with the liberal white blogosphere that they ever got the idea that they were the revolutionary vanguard elite???
hmmph.
anyways, i am glad i read this post all the way through because i had just skimmed it the first time. I appriciate what you are saying about language as well. I think it also has a lot to do with class and street slang which for some reason is considered not academic by definition... I think we have to flip the script and value words that come from the oppressed as much as we value those that come from the ivory tower. we gotta mix it up--"yo, vato is pinche perspicacious!"
p.s. wtf? you were prez of the science club and the creative writing club at the same time? with 24 credits? who are you, nezua? what planet did you come from?--and, no you cannot add that to the quotes about the blog on the side bar :P
Palabras por luisa spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 03:24 PM
kyledeb dijo:
This is a classic unapologetic post, nez,
That bit about language is so key. Language is one of the best indicators of inequality and oppression. Something as simple as having a word for underprivileged in the English language but not the word overprivileged makes a big difference. I always struggle with language to describe the world because what is out there is so inadequate. The "third world" the "developing world". I like the term majority world, but it still doesn't describe things well.
An another note, there are indigenous communities in Guatemala that have lost their languages and there's been a concerted effort to relearn them, because of the importance of it for their identity. Think of all the richness we lose in the world when we lose a language.
Palabras por kyledeb spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 05:01 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
thanks tgrdug.
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Gracias, Will!
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TheTheriomorph, I appreciate the distinction you draw. And am glad to have you reading along. Thanks for your words and insights.
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thanks, organic mechanic. you know...i think k/o has a list on his blog of all the Chicago 17 (and yes, the nick was thought up at least in mocking reference, as you note. from what i know)
you bring up a lot. i'm not sure i'm equipped or able to hit every point now, but its an interesting idea about the mainstream liberal bloggers lacking oppression. i just think it's hard to imagine being non-white in the USA, and what that means mentally, physically, and every day. and we are all brainwashed to see whiteness as default, and the only real area of importance. the faces, the plights, the take on history. unless you have very good reason to see it otherwise, there is a lot in place reinforcing the white supremacist standard. people argue this only before they have begun looking for the constant referents and signifiers and faces of the Villain and the Hero in most of their movies, and the statistics and well, i guess we are saying the same thing! but yes. it opens up a huge gap. when you can be considered part of the preferred stock vs. the undesirable or tainted by the undesirable (dark) other. That gap cannot really be explained. Sometimes I wonder if light bends on the way from one side to the other, if we are even seeing the same thing....
Anyway, because of the blindspots built in to the dominant culture's lines/frames, real conversation/empathy between sides becomes tough. Agreed.
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Jenifer.... I do not feel I am assuming the worst of anyone. Do you think I am? I'm probably misreading you, I'm sorry. Feel free to be specific. I get mixed up easily. ;)
Yes, I agree about the many factors figuring in to situations. Class, race, etc. And that we should all be self-aware. Good lesson.
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RC: Devotees of the Bean, unite!
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Luisa, you skimmed me? I am hurt. SO hurt, in fact, that I am not going to tell you what planet I am from!
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Great points, Kyledeb.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 07:26 PM
amanda dijo:
What's up with using Mexican American instead of Chicano? I guess since much of the post was about the power of language, it made me notice the fact taht you chose Mexican American over Chicano. Were you just in that mood, due to the whole Pocho intro to things? (Not a loaded question, I ask out of curiosity)
Palabras por amanda spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 07:36 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
hey amanda,
to me, "Chicano" implies political awareness and activism. And I use "Mexican American" more...clinically. More plainly. Just to describe the makeup. I guess I didnt feel in those times I used the word that it made sense to use the more political term. tho i may have to ge back and check. we may just have different feelings about both sets of words. or maybe the words would work better changed up.
what do you think?
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 07:43 PM
Nightprowlkitty dijo:
wow, nezua, another great post, so much to think about, so many images flashing through the mind - thank you for blasting open the doors of my perception on this.
I also agree with organic mechanic about the notion of oppression being alien to the progressive blogosphere (or whatever name you wish to call it). And I think part of the problem is that this is the first time most of these folks (I include myself in their number) have even had a taste of this, just a little taste. It seems overwhelming, so the initial response is "well, we can only focus on so much, so this is what our agenda will be. We can focus on that other stuff at a later time."
But after reading your post and organic mechanic's comment, I begin to see it a different way. That we in the Progressive Blogosphere should do the entire opposite, blast open the doors of our souls to take it all in, stop thinking compassion and understanding are a limited commodity or something that can be prioritized. I read your other post on what Chiquita is doing, and read the linked story, saw the pictures, this is not something that can wait for some mythical future time when "more important" structural changes take place, more "practical" politics set a foundation.
No, it can't work that way. We'll choke our own souls if we try to do it that way. It's not how life is. Trying to hold the door shut on the pain of our brothers and sisters is a futile task.
I'm no politician, not even an activist. I'm a beat poet and a half-assed blogger because I like to write. And I'm a witness as well, to both joy and pain. There is no limit to compassion, to allowing suffering in and witnessing the pain, letting it blast our self-satisfied egos back to hell where they belong.
I very much enjoyed your thoughts on language, and the definitions you posted to. I agree with what you said especially about The Queen's Caca-Phony but would add one thing. When folks get all over intellectual as they are confronted with their own prejudices and dogmas, I think part of that dance is the clumsiness of their own lurching attempt to talk their way out of facing what has been pointed out to them, talking as fast as they can, torrents of words, like a big wall to keep out the pain that would follow confronting the truth -- and I think that ties in with the above, this desire to keep suffering at bay by ignoring it and rationalizing that one can only do so much in the face of so many problems.
Anyway, thanks for this -- I'd apologize for writing so much rambling stuff, but I am instead blaming you because your writing has touched off all this in me.
Palabras por Nightprowlkitty spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 09:04 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
Beautiful...you bring me hope, esta noche, Nightprowlkitty.
And a small note: I think you are right about the clumsiness, lurching, spilling words sometimes simply being a way of trying to talk an escape out of a hard realization or painful moment. In fact, I know you are. Because it's not always They doing it. :)
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 09:18 PM
donna darko dijo:
This whole idea of coming to Ykos to bring "Diversity."
That was insane. Not kid oakland's Chicago 17 but the idea of "outreach" was offensive to me.
Palabras por donna darko spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 10:12 PM
Nanette dijo:
Wonderful stuff, Nezua. The last paragraph is great - not that the other ones weren't of course! Language, assimilation and, of course, the continuation of the journey, this one as well as the lifelong one. I think I'm going to have to take some of this and separate it out, in order to think on it again. Nothing new about that, tho!
Jenifer:
I've been thinking about something a lot lately. Is it possible, for those of us who are on the same side fundamentally, to not assume the worst in each other? Would that be a first step toward having a more productive conversation?
No. (I am meaner than Nezua, lol.) I won't clutter up this post with my reasons why, but will just say... well, that time is long past.
Palabras por Nanette spat forth on el 15 de Agosto, 2007 at 11:04 PM
El Gato dijo:
Fantastico amigo, hablan las palabras verdaderas de la corazon de un Pocho que ha descubrido otra vez la identitad de su pueblo!
I'm 4th generation in the USA although, like my homies here, I had ancestors resident in what's now the Southwest (in Arizona) for centuries before the Anglos came in with their guns blazing in the Mexican War.
A few decades ago, the racist precursors to the Minutemen repeatedly beat my grandparents in Arizona whenever they hablaban en español on the school grounds. When the school officials and other "authority figures" found those hated brown-skinned Chicanos or any other Latinos, they instantly took steps to turn us into slavish, English-speaking coconuts, Anglo-wannabes that they could easily ply and manipulate.
So my grandparents discouraged my own parents from speaking Spanish, and my parents refused to teach it to us at all. It was depressing cuz every time I tried to talk to my aunts and uncles and other extended family, we couldn't communicate with each other, even for their birthday parties, since we didn't speak a word of español.
It was only later in school that my brothers and sisters and I all met a Chicano mentor who was proud of his heritage and insisted on our being proud, too. He told us the history the schools wouldn't teach us, about the theft of our homelands in the Mexican War. He taught us Spanish and insist we communicate in it, speaking and writing. Finally we rediscovered our lost heritage. We were Latino again. It's why we're all home-schooling our kids now, so they learn the true history of our people here and not the brainwashing of the public schools, so that they get to conduct lessons and textbooks in Spanish and take pride in its equality with English in our homelands-- as the law dictates-- so they're proud of who they are.
And I'm in total agreement with you on breaking the power monopoly these corrupt two parties have. They act like they're different, when they're both nearly servants of the same White moneyed interests who've hated us for centuries and continue working to keep us down.
El momento ha llegado para un cambio grande. Y son nosotros que estamos tomando el futuro en las manos!
Palabras por El Gato spat forth on el 16 de Agosto, 2007 at 01:39 AM
jenifer fernandez ancona dijo:
Nez, I was just being general and rambly in that comment, nothing specific to your post, sorry. Your post was beautiful and it got things moving around in my brain. It was more of a general question for all the muy inteligente folks here.
I appreciate Nanette's answer though. Sometimes I think I am way too idealistic about certain things. But the idealism is probably good, too.
Palabras por jenifer fernandez ancona spat forth on el 16 de Agosto, 2007 at 09:13 AM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
Yes, I think you are right. It is all good.
And I know what you mean about being too idealistic sometimes. Trust me.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 16 de Agosto, 2007 at 09:20 AM