I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha
I am afraid of cities, all jagged and hard, blades of concrete leaving dreams mutilated and scarred. Where concrete … Continue reading I. Am. Afraid. of Cities.
Here are photos from yesterday’s Border Angels desert water drop. “Since 1994, more than 11,000 sons and daughters, sisters and … Continue reading Desert Water Drop (Borderlands)II
I have had the wonderful opportunity to facilitate forgiveness and restorative practice workshops through the Tariq Khamisa Foundation and learn … Continue reading To Know Forgiveness
On Saturday I participated in the Day Laborer Outreach event that Border Angels coordinates once a month. We headed out … Continue reading Laboring for the American Dream
The work of the Border Angels (Angeles de La Frontera) is driven by the following words: “When I was hungry, who … Continue reading Desert Water Drop (Borderlands)
“La Linea” they call it – bars of steel built to disrupt the natural order of migration. There are no … Continue reading La Linea (The Border)
You say you want to go to war. Destroy the enemy. War, against Who? What if you were the daughter … Continue reading Who would you want to go to war with?
Minerals mined at gunpoint in the Democratic Republic of Congo help produce the smart phones, ipads, cameras, and flat screens … Continue reading #NotAllLivesMatter Part I
Our ancestors did not have the resources or avenues for resistance that we have today, and they still resisted, however … Continue reading Black Lives do not Exist in a Vacuum