I had a lot of time to think and to catch up on my reading assignments as I traveled to Arizona to say goodbye to my grandmother. The articles, Mi Casa , by Vasti Torees, and Ethnic Identify Development by Alecia Chavez, et al, were timely in my reflective mood, and with the assignment to have a cajita to present to class. The articles were in sharp contract to the MisEducation of the Negro (for which I got some strange looks on the plan by the passengers) and "Untameable Savage Spirit..."
What did our slaves and American Indians have in their cajitas - especially after the European colonists ripped them away from their homes, family, culture and society? How were they able to salvage what little they were allowed to take with them? How did they feel? I cannot even begin to fathom their sense of helplessness, hopelessness and loneliness. It is amazing that their spirit and will to survive was not totally crushed (came close).
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