Category Archives: People

In the Bag – Mixed Race, Black, and Latino Leadership

“There’s a sucker born every minute.” – P.T. Barnum Once again people-of-color (POC) are at a precipice. Like lemmings staring down into the abyss, the overwhelming majority of mixed race, brown and black people are prepared to jump and drown themselves in a sea of election rhetoric, lies, and deceit. Comparatively, the classic lemming fable […]

white lie

No, not that one.  This one.  white lie noun As a person-of-color (PoC), I’ve searched for racial clarity throughout my lifetime – only to discover ambiguity in its place. I found out that being too analytical is often a way of avoiding the obvious. I inexplicably accepted as true the false premise that discussions about race, […]

Silent Mornings

Harmony, contemplation and stillness are more potent and greater than the animated, deafening and self-serving language and cacophony that surrounds us.

Cultural Self-Preservation

“Power concedes nothing without demand.  It never did and never will.” – Frederick Douglas. As multicultural and multiracial (primarily raised and identifying as Latino and Pascua Yaqui Indian) I’ve long felt compelled to offer a counter-narrative to commonly held perceptions about the Latino community. I realize of course that Latinos are not monolithic, we have […]

Sanctuary In The Sun

There’s an arroyo that cuts through the sands of time just southeast of  Tucson,  Arizona. Unlike other gorged desert paths in the region, it runs uncommonly straight. In its wake lies a littered trail of uprooted impediments, incapable of withstanding the force of monsoon downpours that pushed them to the wayside.

Prologue

Culture is widely considered and accepted as the human expression of language, the arts and sciences, spirituality, and social interaction. Since time and immemorial, philosophers and social anthropologists have deliberated how these aspects of human development define us. I’m not one to challenge scholarship about humankind’s sociological comparatives. I’ll leave it to academia and history […]

Trojan Horse

In the interim I’ll listen to only symphonic compositions, grab a two-finger scotch, or a Washington state legal marijuana joint – or both – and purge away the vocal styling and rapture of Obama-Speak.

A Cowboy Thing

The old man still had some magic in him. He sat up erect, smiled, winked, picked up his sweat-stained cowboy hat that lay on the nightstand and waved it high above his head.

Pocho-Going Rogue

I discovered that the whole of me is greater than the sum of my parts and makes my story unlike most, given I chose to embrace my ethnicities entirely, not as separate distinctions capable of wielding favor or force.  I’m good with that.  I like being whole.

She Works Without A Net

And so it came to be. Whether her ascent up the trapeze rope ladder was by force or by choice, she scaled intrepidly up, into the unknown.