Applied Chicanismo Damas y Caballeros

“It’s a desolate hoax when a community finds itself wounded by a constant influx of economic migration, separated families, broken laws that take their reasoning and pore it on the lives of children merely seeing how and when their existence can prevail toward something more than a pile of hopeless dribble. But it’s a triumphant reminder to see these courageous lives day by day forge a coherent enough reality that can overcome the loss and terrible humiliation that is felt by the grief that permeates over their survival. Death, illness, violence, and overwhelming pain will one day be the strength that can tear down this insidious and turbulent machine us Chicano/as confront in our everyday realities! “Let your life be the friction to counter the machine”————-Thoreau… that is definitely my life :)”
— Deborah Godinez Chicana practitioner
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

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