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*is aggressively more concerned for sports anime third years’ futures than my own*

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Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.

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Ray Salazar, Mexican etiquette some white people need to learn on dad’s 77th birthday.

Saluden Muchachxs, saluden.

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Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
written by Czeslaw Milosz, poet and novelist (1911-2004)

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like riot grrl as a scene wasn’t like woopsie daisy can’t believe no WOC wanted to sign up and join us there was legitimate hostility towards WOC during that movement that’s been documented as well as the inability for many riot grrls to understand intersections of oppression and their own role in upholding it

i mean sonically and aesthetically you can like the riot grrl movement but lets not pretend like there wasn’t huge and glaring flaws about it like every other feminist wave or scene that was primarily white women


We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us. - Audre Lorde #houseofbaldwin #familia #twisting | photo: Marfuh
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i have so much energy from watching haikyuu…like honestly, i want to go run or do something. but then i also ate a whole box of kfc hot wings so i’m basically a lump of trash, but mostly i’m a motivated lump of trash.


i dont think some feminist artists have figured out that using a picture of the uterus to symbolize “grrrl power” is a microaggresion and excludes trans folk so let this be a public service announcement. 

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Lina Rosquist - ‘BLOCK’
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Indigenous Women Walk to Canada’s Parliament to Have Treaties Honoured
June 18, 2014 Robbin Whachell Leave a comment
Ontario, Canada – On the 18th of June 2014, Indigenous elders from Onion Lake in Saskatchewan and Alberta performed a 12-hour ceremonial gathering called Iskewak Pasikowak (women rising up) on Victoria Island before walking to Parliament Hill in Ottawa. The event started with a ceremony at sunrise until 11:30 am and then they walked to Parliament Hill.
“Indigenous women rise up to protect the lands, waters and Peoples! Our Elders tell of a time when the Women of the Indigenous Nations will stand up to the protect the lands, waters and Peoples of their respective territories. Please join us as we protect the future for all Treaty Peoples,” is what their statement said on the Facebook event page. (click through for more)


I think the biggest problem people have with you claiming how good you look is that they think you’re claiming it in comparison to them. people don’t realize you can coexist and look good as hell without competing with the person next to you….so anyways point is I look so fucking good

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