I will keep this photo posted for 1 week.
Every time someone Reblogs this photo I will donate 10 cent to charity: water
charity: water provides clean and safe drinking water to those who most desperately need it.
After the money is donated I will post proof of donation.
Show you care & Reblog.
guys, reblog this photo! don’t care if it’s not your “type.”
this warms my heart <3
225,274 x 20 = $4,505,480
more like 225,274 x .1 = $22,527.4
Umm no you guise suck at math. 225,274 x .10 = $ 22,5 wait umm nevermind i’m wrong.
judging every person that doesn’t reblog this.
(Source: charitywaterproject, via yellowsubmarinehome)
I used to think that the reason for Mexica/Azteca pride surrounding me was because a lot of the imagery was savage in nature and evoked a sense of power. To call oneself Azteca/Mexica was to convey that one was capable of powerful brutality, effective vengeful strategy and able to reap the highest rewards with the right sacrifice… whatever that sacrifice may me. I myself was fascinated with what little I was taught in school because of my fascination with blood at the time and thought there may be a connection.
With years came an awareness that a lot of guys my age were beginning to get caught up in gangs and as a result, juvie. A lot of the zines that began to come out of the prison culture screamed hope and the iconic imagery was of course Mexica/Azteca warriors. Of course a lot of these drawings were sexually provocative which added to the continued fascination.
Naturally, I approached my parents about our ancestry. Both of them never denied possible Azteca/Mexica blood… but were always quick to remind me that where their families came from, other tribes were more prominent. My father could never tell me which of these more influenced our blood as his family was dirt poor and through him I became painfully aware of not just racism and classism, but also ageism and discrimination for derelicts or people with illnesses. My mother claimed Purepecha and Afro-Greek lineage. One other thing I am very aware of from that time was my dad refusing to adopt any part of gang culture into our homes. So by extension, anything Mexica/Azteca was basically prohibited as it had been appropriated by most in our community to symbolize Raza pride unified in illicit behavior.
Now with this question, I have to wonder if the veneration was as much influenced by the political circumstances around us and a way to experience a sense of self however contrived; as much as a way to show resilience gives its own rewards. I dunno? Around me I see peers honor the humble side of the Indio. The side that is careful and wise. Part of me looks at this as silly if the major part of me didn’t agree with it wholeheartedly. And I also wonder how the Indio came to be a badge of honor instead of a mark of shame that I remember mi Abuelita doing her best to distance herself and her family from it.
For myself, I knew I would never escape Indigeno affiliation when barely out of diapers I remember all the hierbas my mom grew in our backyard for remedios and the verdolaga dishes throughout my ENTIRE childhood and adolescence. As a young 20 something I returned to these same memories as a way to anchor myself in a tech-escalating world filled with social justice competitors who call themselves friends (indeed, they are).
Pero siempre, until I die, I will remember my dad telling me as we dug new rows for the cornstalks to be… nunca confies en otro Mexicano. Sera el primero de traiconarte. Damn.
Thanks for reading this long and for posing a question. BTW: never did identify as Chicano. Too political. Pocho 100%. Ni de aqui; ni de alla.
purhepechingona made a good point about cultural imperialism and people centralizing around Mexica culture.
See, I don’t remember this happening in Mexico ‘cause many people wouldn’t admit they were Native if they could…
idiocy needs to be stopped dead in its tracks. not only is this kid an idiot for bullying someone clearly smaller than him, but paramount is his idiocy for posting the picture on Twitter. Hope this comes to bite him in his pimpled ass.
“This a photograph taken from the teenager (shirtless guy) named Austin Schafer’s Twitter account, of a kid being tied up and beaten by upper classmen at Columbia High School in Nampa, Idaho.
This is a recent photograph and one where the school’s authorities have not taken action yet. Remember this kid’s name and repost this picture.
The Neanderthal trash who are bullying him deserve to have this picture plastered all over the Internet for prospective college admission offices to see so their career pinnacle can be asking me which kind of soup I want at Olive Garden.
If you’ve been a victim of bullying or know someone who has, please repost.”
Figures that the first text post I make to tumblr is when I’m feeling one too many things at 4 in the A EM.
This pic to me is how I feel on a daily.
Tonight Aaron is with me and I miss him. He was way too young to go. Taken by something that could have been prevented. His words will always stay with me: Dude, if you’re in my space, then say something that we can talk about. Say something to entertain me. Punk to the end, no doubt.
I look to other tumblr’ers to get some inspiration of some kind. And the provide. Lazyyogi.tumblr.com or observando.tumblr.com to name a couple.
Here I am drinking cheap white wine after enjoying some good ole house music with new friends who I want to trust and yet can’t. Creepin on tumblr lookin for images that will make that thing inside feel quenched. Fkn bullshit.
Dia de Los Muertos. It’ll come and remind that folks go when we need to and others will stay to carry their voice as best we can.
Damn. Should’ve said no to the bullet. Oh well. Bring them images and those hopeful fantasies.
Are you Chican@s/Xican@s/Latin@s/Latinx/indigen@s?
Do you want to meet other Chican@s/Xican@s/Latin@s/Latinx/indigen@s from tumblr? Let’s Tiny Chat.
After detribalizedaztec posted this, I thought it was time we made this happen.
Let’s meet up on tiny chat and hangout, make new friends, build…
class rescheduled. boyfriend out of town. se me hace como que si =) i’ll get over my un-fotogenicness to meet otr@s Xican@s. Gracias por el invite =)