Are Mexican Americans a race or an ethnicity?

Sheryl Luna reviews "In Manifest Destinies: The Making of the Mexican American Race," (NYU Press 2007) by law professor Dr. Laura E. Gómez on Latina Lista.

Sounds interesting: "The book is a close historical account of institutions, colonization and violence that was, in her view, propagated based on views of Mexican-Americans as an inferior race. She supports this argument with clear researched documents that indicate American acquisition of the area was anything but peaceful."

Fence on the Border

It is in the bending and the pain,
the way old paint scrapes off old wood,
the way elders light our way through time
on their way to a smaller frailty.

A halo about the painted head of Jesus
on the yellow wall of Our Lady of the Valley
Church fades where teachers make a pittance,
richly among brown-faced children.

A burlap robe on a dark pilgrim walking
up Mout Cristo Rey with sandals as sunset
blurs a perfect pink, like the palm of God pressing
down on the bent heads of the broken,

who learn prayers amidst a harshness
I have yet to know. The barrio full of narrow
streets, adobe homes, and sweet yucca flowers
bud in the air like a rainy night.

There’s a way the sand clings to the wind
and the sands brown the sky in a sadness
that sings some kind of endless echo of the border,
where the chain-link fence stretches for miles

and miles and the torn shirts of men flap
from the steel like trapped birds.
The river is narrow and appears slow.
The cardboard shanties of Colonias unveiled

among the vast open desert like ants.
The faces of the poor smiling and singing
as if sunset were a gift; the desert blooms
red and white flowers on the thinnest sparest cacti,

groundhogs breathe coolly in the earth.
And here, on Cinco de Mayo the cornea of god
glints faintly in a thin rainbow;
the hands of god rest over the blue hills,
the song of god in the throats of sparrows,

Bless You.
Bless You.

This is the way the border transfigures greed,
shapes it into something holy;

and paisanos stand alert; even pigeons soar
with something akin to the music of the spheres,
and Spanish flutters through the smoke
that burns through our small lives.

--Sheryl Luna

Sheryl Luna reviews Geraldo Rivera's book

Sheryl Luna finds Geraldo Rivera's "Hispanic: Why Americans Fear Hispanics in the U.S." a "quick read, yet intelligent and interesting. It is a needed counter-view to much of what is presented to the public at this time." Read it now on Latina Lista.

Cool El Chuco related stuff I've been reading online

Erasmo Guerra's interview of El Paso’s most famous literati, John Rechy. He also reviews Rechy’s new novel About My Life and the Kept Woman. I loved his book Sexual Outlaw and still have to read City of Night. What kind of El Pasoan hasn’t read that one? Shame on me, shame, shame.


In other El Paso news, Daniel Olivas reviewed The Flowers by another El Pasoan Dagoberto Gilb in the El Paso Times this week. Called Gilb “one of our finest contemporary writers.”



Then there’s former El Pasoan Sheryl Luna’s great blog this week about “being invisible.” It’s got something everyone can relate to. I’m enjoying the discussion her post has started about community.