Letter to My Racist Grandma

A letter to my Honduran grandma, who I love so much but who has some pretty messed up views about Black people and Mexicans.
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.
While some of my June recommendations may have been produced and distributed by such corporate entities as Netflix and HBO Max, they share one thing in common: they are all made of stars—Bardem, Banderas, Cruz, García, Estefan, J.Lo.
For author Grisel Yolanda Acosta, as an Afro-Latina in the U.S., she has always embodied this idea of punk: that which doesn’t conform to the strictures and norms dictated by American society, nor to those expectations of what it means to be Latinx and Black.
The song “Nuestra Canción” by Colombian band Monsieur Periné has become a TikTok and social media sensation. Sandra Treviño talks to lead vocalist Catalina García and Santiago Prieto about their newfound fame, their new single “Volverte a Ver,” and what’s to come.
It is from a germinal line about silencing those who resist stereotypes and restrictions placed on identity that Black Honduran author and founder of the Bronx is Reading, Saraciea J. Fennell, builds this remarkable anthology.
Acosta got soured on the law the same way most brown people do, by seeing how ugly it is.
João Paulo Miranda Maria’s feature debut is the latest Brazilian film about that country’s racist, colonialist and xenophobic legacy