April 7, 2018
April 7, 2018
December 15, 2017
In my younger days I *tried* to help efforts to pass initiatives that would benefit undocumented immigrants and people of color. In my time I learned that the best efforts to organize the undocumented community came from directly affected people themselves. However, many non-profits and well-meaning activists who are paid for their work tend not to be undocumented or directly affected by the issues at hand.
October 7, 2017
I’m Pamela, but most people call me Pam. Most Latinx immigrants live in cooler places, but I live in Greenwood, Mississippi, which you’ve probably only heard of if you’ve seen in The Help. (Most people watched that for Emma Stone, but I paid to watch Viola Davis). My parents arrived to the U.S. and I was born in East L.A., California. When I was two, they moved to this little town because it reminded them of Santiago Nonualco, as much as any part of the United States can resemble an impoverished part of El Salvador.
October 3, 2017
It was 2009 and the recession was tough. I don’t remember what the ad said, but it said something about non-profits, social justice and helping them with your “hard work.” Plus, it involved money, which was music to my broke ears.
October 2, 2017
June 28, 2017
I was never into fashion, at least I could never afford to be and right now my only fashion rules are to brush my teeth, take a shower, and look clean when I’m out in public.
March 27, 2017
As a kid my mother tried not to let me dwell on my race or immigration status. That I’d go to college and get a job that would pay decently was never in question. When people wanted to talk to her about miserable it could be to live in the United States without papers, she also tried to focus on the awkwardness of having less than perfect English.