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Allow me a moment of self-congratulatory trumpet-blowing on the clarity and flow of my comment at the linked Atlantic article.
The article, on “passing” as white caught my attention, as this is a concept with which my two children (mixed) are quite familiar. Both have described instances of accidentally passing as white (example: my son’s name, Benicio, elicits some brow-furrowing from people who don’t realize/see/acknowledge his ethnicity).
But that’s not the main thrust of my point, here. Rather, the first, top comment was from someone who insisted that we have “moved on” from this “stuff.” Which, unfortunately, sadly, we have not.
The news on the much-needed comprehensive immigration reform points to a slow death full of do-nothing: No vote. No different course of action. No negotiation. Just a whole lot of nothing.
Did you know you’re paying Boehner for nothing, Ohio? I mean, at the very least, he could make some more fun cartoons with Screwy Squirrel.
Today I’m going to watch the Senate pass a comprehensive immigration reform package.
In April 2006, I put on a white shirt and marched with Lansing Latinos from Michigan Ave to the Capitol, mainly because my social circle was going to be there, and I looked forward to some gossip with the other Sigma Lambda Beta wives and seeing their toddlers play with mine on the capitol lawn.
But that day, listening to the stories (always the stories with me), I was schooled in the immigration reform fight. The stories I heard rang with me because they echoed my childhood–they were often stories of poverty, and were always the story of the drive, desire, ambition to do MORE and be BETTER. These stories were my story, too.
From that day on, I volunteered with and for whomever and helped however I could to move the fight forward. I started keeping up with orgs like No More Deaths, followed the national conversation, and watched and blogged breathlessly the few times the DREAM Act came close to reality. I began volunteering for politicians who I knew supported reform, and put in my hours at call banks and so on.
Our visits to the family ranch in Mexico offered me another opportunity to learn and even, eventually, to teach about immigration (even in my gringa Spanish). Although I knew why (the facts of) my father-in-law and cousins crossed, hearing the trials and tribulations of the extended family’s attempts at “making it” in Michoacan added another perspective and a depth that I hadn’t previously heard.
As my freelance agency grew, I was able to turn down work outside of my interest areas, and little by little I began to be able to write, blog, and work on behalf of more and more Latino-centric orgs and companies. My work and my beliefs have come to a common ground, and I am so, so grateful for that happening to me, and happening at such a “young” age. To be fulfilled by one’s work on a personal, value-related level doesn’t happen to everyone.
Today I’m going to watch the Senate pass this bill and I’m going to sit my children down and make sure they see it too. I’m going to know that I am fortunate in a million ways to watch that moment. And then, when it’s done, I’m going to get back up, get back to work, and start moving toward the next moment.