I don’t know what’s in the cards for my future, let alone for my people, the Mexican people of the continent.
In peril of sounding dated, I chose Mexican as opposed to Hispanic. Political correctness fills me with confusion and unfulfilled pride. When I get up every day, my head continues to be filled with issues that put joy, fear in my heart and life. Confronted with choices, sometimes, of life and death.
I often ask, why am I to hide my Dodger cap for fear of sneers? The answer is, dodging accidental engagement with people in the mix of drug dealing and gang warfare and the silly Norteño - Sureño thing.
All my life, I’ve been dedicated to the unification of my people, not as a partisan but as a person anxious for my people to work toward peace and respect for each other. Move toward love and genuine harmony, not of death.
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What’s in store for us is hopefully wholesome and joyfulness brought by the young Chicanos bent on education and dedication to the words of Benito Juarez, paraphrased I’m sure, “el respeto al derecho ajeno es la paz” (Respect for the rights of others is peace.)
Jess Sanchez Barroso, Fresno