Social Justice and Human Rights
This blog is a new newsletter format to describe the work done by Yaqui artist, scholar and healer jewell armendariz in her medicine woman art studio.
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Jewell Medina- Artivism: Transmitted Resiliency Entered Her Bones With Memo...
Jewell Medina- Artivism: Transmitted Resiliency Entered Her Bones With Memo...: I loved the way you sold sex appeal, the way the powerless shake it in your face like a crackwhore jonsing for her fix, any john will do as ...
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
And she silenced me
She told me I liked it
He said I wanted it
He said what’s a nice girl like you in this business for?
Get out before you change for good.
You're too good,
too
beautiful,
Get out before you become like them-
tired
old,
sad,
beaten,
addicted,
But I had been born tired,
old soul,
carrying the grief for
her and protected her in the beatings.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Monday, November 25, 2013
Don't Give In Chicanita, Endure -Gloria Anzaldua
Don’t Give in, Chicanita (para Missy Anzaldua)
Don’t give in mi prietita
Tighten your belt, endure.
Your lineage is ancient, your roots like those of the
mesquite, firmly planted, digging underground toward that current,the soul of
tierra madre- your origin Yes, mi ijita,
your people were raised en los
ranchos-hear in the valley near the Rio-Grande you descended from the first
cowboy, the vaquero, right smack in the border in the age before the Gringo
when Texas was Mexico over en los ranched los Vergeles y Jesus Maria-Davila
land. Strong women reared you: my sister, your mom, my mother and i. And yes,
they’ve taken our lands. Not even the cemetery is our now where they buried Don
Urbano your great great grandfather. Hard times like fodder we carry with
curved backs we walk. But they will never take that pride of being
Mexicana-Chicana-tejana nor our Indian woman’s spirit. And when the Gringos are
gone- see how they kill one another-here we’ll still be like the horned toad
and the lizard relics of an earlier age survivors of the First Fire Age-el
Quinto Sol. Perhaps we’ll be dying of hunger as usual but we’ll be members of a
new species skin tone between black and bronze second eyelid under the first
with the power to look at the sun through naked eyes. And alive mi ijita, very
much alive. Yes, in a few years or centuries la Raza will rise up, tongue
intact carrying the best of all the cultures. That sleeping serpent,
rebellion-(r)evolution, will spring up. Like old skin will fall the slave
ways of obedience, acceptance, silence. Like serpent lightning we’ll move,
little woman. You’ll see.
Translated from the Spanish by the author Gloria Anzaldua
My Analysis oral history project La
Familia de Martha Chavarria from South Texas settled in Guadalupe Az.
Chris –"Strong women reared you: my sister, your mom, my
mother and I"
"And yes they’ve taken our lands ", however Chris in your
work you are returning the land to its rightful place. "Perhaps we will by dying
of hunger as usual"- my mother in her childhood and the year Ernesto left and
took the air condition with him and I almost died of heat stroke and hunger.
But "we’ll be members of a new species" –Nick, Chris, Mia, Lexi and Angie,
Christian. "Yes, in a few years or centuries la Raza will rise up." Chris it may
hurt a little because "like old skin will fall the slave way of obedience,
acceptance" of the old like the girls having babies before they themselves are
born, Silence, how we just don’t talk about the oppressions against us and what
happens to our lives when we are raped, abused, pregnant at 15. How this hurts
our sons, our unborn daughters." Like serpents lightning we’ll move"-its not adhd
Chris- it is our way of moving through power, weaving and braiding the power
into our own hands. "The power to look at the sun through naked eyes"- your third
eye will be your new eyes my sons, my granddaughter. "They took our cemetery" in
Guadalupe. My grandmother Virginia, me and Lexi "walk with curved back": carrying
us from the hard times. Carrying our mothers. And alive, hijos, "very much
alive"!! And free- your daughters and sons will be free!
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