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.
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.
All signs point to the fact that the Republicans have largely given up on democracy and governing, and are instead pushing the country toward an open civil war.
Even as young white men mow down Blacks and Latinos, Republicans continue to deny that they are inflaming racism or prodding lunatics to take matters into their own hands. They claim it is conservative white people who are under attack.
Social scientists believe that white Americans see their numbers and influence declining, and when that decrease is especially jarring — such as in certain school districts — they lose their “fundamental need to count, to be recognized and respected.”
Panamanian American author Cristina Henríquez’s novel tackles immigration issues that still have valence today, but complicates the stereotypical narrative of Mexican immigrants crossing into the U.S. illegally that often dominates Latinx immigration stories in popular media.
From the health factors that make us COVID fodder and eugenics laws that try to limit our numbers, to the calls for a wall to keep us out, it takes cojones to be a Latino.
