Mercy for the pain

  Sometimes we talk as if changing our views, coming to new understandings, is a cognitive exercise, a battle of aligning our mind with the work of justice. We didn't know things, and now we know things - knowledge at the center. But deconstruction is the stuff of guts. Not like "having the guts to [...]

My blood is the history of wars

I remember the moment so distinctly in which my parents break the news to me that I am not Mexican. We are standing in the kitchen, it's after school, and both of my parents are present. I'm maybe eight years old, and in school we've been talking about genealogies and heritages. Something I have written [...]