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Hispanic Youth Symposium 2009 — Hispanic College Fund

Video cour­tesy of Stina Augustsson.

Work­ing at South Val­ley Acad­emy as their Col­lege Coun­selor dur­ing the 2008–2009 school year was a gal­va­niz­ing expe­ri­ence. It forced me to bring into focus the strug­gles I endured in rela­tion to com­plet­ing my post-high school education.

Going to col­lege was an under­ly­ing assump­tion in our famil­ial cul­ture. My mother holds a bac­calau­re­ate degree from the Uni­ver­si­dad Autónoma de Chi­huahua in Chem­istry. My father com­pleted his emer­gency med­i­cine degrees and cer­ti­fi­ca­tions within two years of return­ing to the U.S. with his young fam­ily (us). How­ever, the exe­cu­tion of this expec­ta­tion proved to be messy and painful. Long story short, I quit UNM in the mid­dle of my sec­ond semes­ter. As an 18 year-old dis­tracted by a boyfriend, an apart­ment, friends and par­ty­ing, I walked away from UNM in the mid­dle of the spring semes­ter after my grad­u­a­tion from West Mesa HS.

Unfor­tu­nately, WMHS did not pro­vide the type of intense guid­ance that a first-generation, immi­grant ado­les­cent needs when com­mit­ting to becom­ing not only a col­lege stu­dent, but a col­lege grad­u­ate. We were a grad­u­at­ing class of about 350. We had been a fresh­man class of over 900. The sta­tis­ti­cal cor­re­la­tion between begin­ning and fin­ish­ing high-schoolers remains con­stant in large schools. In a pop­u­la­tion of over 2k, the college-bound poten­tial of a stu­dent or even a group of stu­dents becomes lost in the cacoph­ony of sur­vival that shapes the most crit­i­cal years of thou­sands of our stu­dents. National His­panic Merit Scholar semi-finalist? Sounds fancy! My under­stand­ing of what it meant to do well on the PSAT only became clear to me as an adult.

This long-story-short ram­bling intro out­lines my expe­ri­ence as a teenager in the Albu­querque, NM USA school sys­tem because of the unique oppor­tu­nity that I was granted after fin­ish­ing my B.A. in Lin­guis­tics & Span­ish and wrap­ping up course­work for my Master’s. I accepted a posi­tion at South Val­ley Acad­emy as an Edu­ca­tional Assis­tant. The work sounded intense and intrigu­ing, the pace seemed dynamic.

Well, I had no idea what I was in for. I will leave my largely-positive com­men­tary on char­ter schools for another time. That said, there is an inher­ent ben­e­fit to a small-population school envi­ron­ment. Com­mit­ting to ensur­ing that all 26 seniors would be enrolled and famil­iar with one of our local higher-learning insti­tu­tions was an incred­i­ble expe­ri­ence. It was chal­leng­ing, a bit insane, but eye-opening and morally awakening.

I attended the sym­po­sium to fol­low up with the SVA stu­dents that attended, and to get a feel for the type of event that HCF put together. What a thrilling time! I attended a com­pe­ti­tion where stu­dents put together com­mu­nity action plans to address social issues that keeps stu­dents from being suc­cess­ful. I watched a tal­ent show that show­cased skills and tal­ents from singing to tae kwon do. I vis­ited sev­eral booths at the career fair event. It’s the event that can be the pivot point for a stu­dent that oth­er­wise has not been taught where to find the bridge between “I want to be a … when I grow up” and the con­crete plan of action that will ful­fill that dream. If the His­panic Youth Sym­po­sium would have been around to help my gen­er­a­tion, suc­cess­ful as we are (go Mus­tangs! Class of ’98!), I’m con­vinced that the out­come of our efforts at col­lege and beyond would have been couched in bet­ter strat­egy and more knowledge.

Some­times it is dif­fi­cult to con­ceive that there are peo­ple younger than us. Most of the rest of the time, it’s easy to assume that they’ve got it under con­trol, since we turned out so well with no guid­ance or super­vi­sion (adjust to your own expe­ri­ence as needed). Yet, the fab­ric of a cul­ture and a soci­ety is only cre­ated by the con­nec­tions between peo­ple. It is our respon­si­bil­ity to ensure that those fol­low­ing the same paths as us have access to our insight.

Beyond access, it should be our pri­or­ity to pro-actively share our expe­ri­ences and exper­tise. Espe­cially at such a chal­leng­ing time as the tran­si­tion between teens and twen­ties. Some say that high school is hard. The real­ity is, the years right after high school are the most chal­leng­ing. For those of us that sur­vived, it may now seem ele­men­tary, but we should never under­mine the poten­tial for influ­ence and empow­er­ment that we can have in each oth­ers’ lives. After all, today’s high school stu­dents are tomorrow’s col­leagues, employ­ees, fel­low dri­vers and par­ents. Let’s com­mit to a bet­ter community!

The His­panic Col­lege Fund is an amaz­ing orga­ni­za­tion, and they need our help when it comes to ensur­ing that pro­grams such as the His­panic Youth Sym­po­sium remain avail­able for our stu­dents, and that they become excit­ing hubs of knowl­edge and infor­ma­tion exchange in the areas that will affect tomorrow’s col­lege graduate.

I grew up like a

wild west weed wan­der­ing
tall and round, spiky.
dried and hol­low, drifting.

shot out of loose sand home,
dull fibrous bit­ter green.
raises a stink when torn.

sun dries to a hard snap
pro­tec­tive, razor lances.
scrape skin, embed in nap

Lots, gar­dens, street edges
squeeze, wrenched brown dry while
winds woo the wiry wenches.

Judging from your response, you’re (still) the racist…

The Repub­li­can reac­tion to the nom­i­na­tion of Sonia Sotomayor is pre­dictable and equally dis­ap­point­ing. I am baf­fled by their knee-jerk reac­tions. I learned how to con­trol that habit after I got mar­ried and to put up with some­one else’s opin­ion and way of doing things on a daily basis. Yet, it appears that the recur­sive advances made by this coun­try in socio-cultural mat­ters over­whelms the con­ser­v­a­tive right every sin­gle time. I fail to under­stand why they can’t take things in stride. They count on a sim­i­lar stride from oth­ers when they want the coun­try to amble in their direc­tion. Remov­ing reg­u­la­tions from banks, mort­gage lenders and other finan­cial insti­tu­tions? Sure! Buy­ing into the false notion of “clean coal” so that we may con­tinue to resist an energy par­a­digm shift? All it took was some TV ads. Accept a his­panic woman into the Supreme Court? HOLY SHIT ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?

For­give the expli­tives, but you get the point more clearly that way. That was the reac­tion of the pun­dits, talk­ers and jig­gly ones on the right. I’ve heard some of the most out­ra­geous claims made against her as a result, includ­ing that of reverse racist. I become truly con­cerned when such notions and phrases begin to be tossed about care­lessly by those who ben­e­fit from their nor­mal­iza­tion and accep­tance in the social dia­logue. It’s a con­ve­nient cover behind which they receive reprieve from hav­ing to actu­ally work out the train of thought that proves otherwise.

The term itself is a red her­ring. It implies that is an ide­ol­ogy held by a minorty group that rec­i­p­ro­cates the ide­ol­ogy held by the major­ity. How­ever, racism exists across all of the social and cul­tural strata. One does not have to reverse it in any way for it to be less toxic an approach to life and oth­ers. To use the term reverse racism is to fur­ther entrench the racist atti­tude of the per­son mak­ing that claim. The pan-hispanic expe­ri­ence encom­passes a wide spec­trum of real­i­ties and beliefs. Sotomayor’s affil­i­a­tion with La RAZA means some­thing dif­fer­ent to her than the foun­da­tion of the orga­ni­za­tion meant to its founders. Yet, it’s easy enough to assume a racist atti­tude from her affil­i­a­tion with the orga­ni­za­tion, even if nei­ther her nor the founders truly felt that the browns were bet­ter than the whites (I am recoil­ing away from myself for hav­ing used such sim­plis­tic terms– but sim­plic­ity must be embraced in these cases). While I per­son­ally refrain from offi­cial affil­i­a­tions like that one for myself because of the com­pli­cated cul­tural cam­pus, it is out­ra­geous to accuse, assume or oth­er­wise amplify an erro­neous per­cep­tion of her mem­ber­ship and what it could mean.

I look for­ward to the day she is con­firmed and we can once again resusme our daily lives with­out being bom­barded by the fly­ing debris that results from the col­li­sion between Amer­i­can ideals and Amer­i­can real­i­ties. I admire Pres­i­dent Obama for under­tak­ing the cul­tural respon­si­bil­ity of bat­tling through such sites of racial ten­sion and growth. It’s not an easy task, which is why we haven’t worked on it as a soci­ety very often. I hope that the new gen­er­a­tions of Amer­i­cans, those my age and younger, regard­less of their views toward finances or soci­ety (whether con­ser­v­a­tive or lib­eral), will be able to sep­a­rate these objec­tive, quan­tifi­able issues from the irra­tional, unem­bod­ied fear that comes from the inevitable changes in the make-up of a large soci­ety and multi-shaded cul­ture like that of the United States.

Feli­ci­dades, Juez Sotomayor.

Señorita Ruth on: A fence is not a fence is not a fence

Immi­gra­tions and Emo­tion
At a Q & A with the Mon­ti­cello, MN Cham­ber of Com­merce, Con­gress­woman Michele Bach­man (R-MN) pointed out that Amer­ica is being lost to immi­grants, and that a fence at the bor­der between Mex­ico and the U.S. from Ari­zona to Texas is a well-thought-out answer to the seem­ing prob­lem. Fol­low­ing is the excerpt from the Mon­ti­cello Times:

She touched on var­i­ous top­ics, includ­ing the Iraq war, immi­gra­tion con­trol, health­care and energy con­ser­va­tion.

She was par­tic­u­larly emo­tional about immi­gra­tion, a sub­ject that she made head­lines with back in Feb­ru­ary when she was very crit­i­cal of the sys­tem that allowed the woman charged with crash­ing into a bus in Cot­ton­wood, Minn., to con­tinue dri­ving.

“We’re los­ing our coun­try,” she said. “Peo­ple are not assim­i­lat­ing them­selves to Amer­ica. They’re not speak­ing Eng­lish, and you must speak it if you want to suc­ceed here in this coun­try.”

A Mon­ti­cello busi­ness­man asked about a fence along the south­ern bor­der of Texas and Ari­zona.

“The money is there. Why haven’t we seen any­thing?” he asked.

“Exactly. The money is there. It’s our (Con­gress’) fault. We aren’t doing our job here,” Bach­mann replied. “And the argu­ment that fences don’t work doesn’t hold water. Look at Israel and Pales­tine Fences work. Maybe peo­ple have too much inter­est or ben­e­fit from open borders.”


Where to begin! I’d like to address first the fla­grant mis­un­der­stand­ing she seems to have regard­ing the “suc­cess” of fences in Israel and Pales­tine. Obvi­ously a con­gressper­son that hasn’t trav­eled to the region, or one who keeps up with inter­na­tional news, because if she did, she’d know that suc­cess is elu­sive in the con­flict between Israel and Pales­tine, and that the fence she so right­eously cham­pi­ons is one put in place as a deter­rent from a pop­u­la­tion with whom Israel is in fre­quent con­flict, and whose goal is the eth­nic cleans­ing of Israelis in cer­tain areas they inhabit within that fence. In other words, the fence is part of a com­pre­hen­sive defense sys­tem against ene­mies with whom they’re at war. At least one Min­nesotan agrees.

To equate the neces­sity of the Israeli-Palestinian fence with one along the south­ern bor­der of the U.S. is noth­ing short of ludi­crous and incon­gru­ous. It min­i­mizes the strug­gle between Israel and Pales­tine, equat­ing it to the overblown immi­gra­tion media cir­cus in this coun­try, and it fur­ther scan­dal­izes an issue that gets lit­tle ratio­nal thought and much ide­o­log­i­cal abuse. This irra­tional urgency in fin­ish­ing the fence between the U.S. and Mex­ico has lead to the head of the Depart­ment of Home­land Secu­rity, Michael Chertoff, waiv­ing (via con­gress approved waivers) more than 30 laws in place to pro­tect prop­erty, envi­ron­ment, and peo­ple.

An imme­di­ate trig­ger of sus­pi­cion for me is the report that the con­gress­woman got “par­tic­u­larly emo­tional” regard­ing immi­gra­tion poli­cies. This is indica­tive of an opin­ion not based on fact or fig­ures, but on a “gut feel­ing,” or a set of ideas cob­bled together through hearsay or mis­un­der­stand­ing about the topic at hand. To be led, as a politi­cian, by one’s emo­tions regard­ing any pol­icy will inevitably cause one to pro­ceed with blind­ers on, to cham­pion things other than log­i­cal courses of action or clear-headed notions of the facts, thus moti­vat­ing leg­is­la­tion that does not have a clear prac­ti­cal goal, but rather serves to stand as an ide­o­log­i­cal state­ment of such emo­tions. She appeals to those present by using words like “los­ing our coun­try,” which is a base­less state­ment meant to rile the emo­tions. Again, a clear indi­ca­tion of a lack of knowl­edge regard­ing the issue, and fur­ther­more an encour­age­ment to oth­ers adopt sim­i­lar myopic views.

Con­gress­woman Bach­man would be well-recommended to visit the areas about which she speaks with such igno­rant com­mand. By stand­ing next to and appre­ci­at­ing the full mean­ing of the wall between Israel and Pales­tine, I would hope she might come to appre­ci­ate its true pur­pose and rea­son for exis­tence. By vis­it­ing the Amer­i­can South­west and star­ing out across the vast miles of desert the bor­der tra­verses, she might come to under­stand that what doesn’t hold water is her uni­lat­eral, une­d­u­cated view of what a fence will and won’t do.

A fur­ther dis­cus­sion of immi­grant assim­i­la­tion, begin­ning with a crit­i­cal view of Eng­lish Only poli­cies and the demys­ti­fi­ca­tion of bilin­gual­ism will fol­low in the days and weeks ahead. Stay tuned!

Señorita Ruth on: Self-Identity

Tell me a lit­tle about your­self
I’m always hard-pressed to fill in an “About Me” blurb or make an effort to “Tell [you] about [my]rself.” It’s cer­tainly not an easy ques­tion to answer, and the more I think about it, the more com­pli­cated it gets. My reac­tion to such tasks is always the same: “Oh man. Where do I begin?”
Encom­pass­ing even some part, much less the entirety, of one’s being is chal­leng­ing for many rea­sons. Self-identity is an abstract that is often hard to artic­u­late suc­cess­fully. How we view our­selves is depen­dent on out­side fac­tors and vari­ables, many of which we have no con­trol over. We inter­nal­ize events around us, absorb­ing their effects on us and draw­ing con­clu­sions about our­selves based on those expe­ri­ences.
Self-identity is a com­plex mat­ter. Not only is the aver­age señorita plagued with ques­tions of body image and ade­quacy as a per­son and a woman, but she is also bom­barded with the meta con­ver­sa­tions regard­ing these issues. Whether or not I should be wor­ried about my weight, hair, the con­di­tion of my skin or how much money is in my wal­let; it can all get rather con­fus­ing with experts and the media also weigh­ing in. After all, the only way to get a good idea of who we might be is by look­ing at our reflec­tion on the mir­ror of soci­ety. But the images we receive as feed­back are often blurry, out of focus, or wholly ques­tion­able.
So, who or what are we?
Humans exist as a para­dox between being unique and being just like every­one else. Our indi­vid­u­al­ity is both pre­cious and com­mon­place, as it is the most impor­tant jour­ney we embark on, but only to our­selves. We talk about our­selves the most, we think about our own sit­u­a­tions more than any­one else’s, and we view the world in an ego-centric way, one that often seeks out the ben­e­fit to the self above all else.
Con­trast­ing with our self inter­est in the name of sur­vival, we’re also social crea­tures who depend on each other for many of our needs and wants. We’ve cre­ated count­less cul­tures and soci­eties to ful­fill needs that we can’t achieve on our own. Within these social groups we develop hier­ar­chies, social net­works, con­ven­tions, com­mon ground and shared expe­ri­ences, and many other indexes by which we iden­tify with oth­ers.
Lan­guage is a telling marker of iden­tity. We eval­u­ate oth­ers by their speech, and are in return also dis­sected by the things we say. Words and spe­cific ways of say­ing them announce to oth­ers where we’re from, our age group, our socio-economic sta­tus, and also betrays some of our world view. This rec­i­p­ro­cal index­ing occurs with nary a con­scious thought, most of the time, and we oper­ate in our day to day lives exact­ing very lit­tle effort to com­mu­ni­cate our needs and wants.
So, really, tell me about your­self
A quirky grad stu­dent in the busi­ness of mak­ing obser­va­tions about our lan­guage and cul­ture. An immi­grant with dual cit­i­zen­ship who’s been in the U.S. for over 15 years. A desert rat, born and bred all along the sands of north­ern Mex­ico and the south­west­ern U.S. A mother, sis­ter, daugh­ter. An aspir­ing writer inter­ested in art, music, pol­i­tics, and many other things.

This space is an expres­sion of all those things, an analy­sis of what makes you, you and me, me. If you know the com­plex­i­ties self-identity in the South­west, stick around, I’m hop­ing to unravel some of those intri­cate tapes­tries. If you don’t know what it’s like, stick around, and gain new insight into the peo­ple and places of this sig­nif­i­cant Amer­i­can region.

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