I’m straddling two separate Latino worlds — one where people celebrate Indigenous Peoples Day and know all about what’s going on with the Los Angeles City Council, and another where people observe Columbus Day and have never heard the name Nury Martínez.
Even now that another hurricane has torn through the island, leaving its people in the dark and underwater, the “winners” of Puerto Rico still insist that the U.S. colony is better off begging for statehood than declaring its independence.
Monarchy and hereditary privilege have no place in a modern, democratic society. Now that Queen Elizabeth II is dead, it’s time to bury them.
A lot of people get married for reasons besides love. Love is not even at the top of everyone’s list when it comes to finding someone to date.
People who hate Mexicans don’t know much about them or the country they come from.
There was an awkward moment recently at a Rosalía concert when the Spanish singer told a Mexican member of the audience how much she liked their “land,” with some people saying it gave off a conquistador vibe.
A letter to my Honduran grandma, who I love so much but who has some pretty messed up views about Black people and Mexicans.
About being a Black Latino, the rift between the Black and Latino communities, and my mini battle with Twitter trolls.