Wednesday, May 20, 2009

On Being Central American...

Today I got a certificate for my minor in Central American Studies. This is the only program of its kind in the whole United States. Last year was the first graduating class in CAS, This year the participants more than doubled. I think its important to know where you come from, in order to know where you're going.

My mom set off for the U.S. early in 1979, she'd just graduated high school that same year and just in time, El Salvador was about to errupt in one of the deadliest wars in the country's history, ending in an exodus of 1/5 of the country's population ( in a country of only 5 million) and the death of almost 100,000 people. The war lasted 12 years, resulting in absolutely nothing.

You see it's easy to point the finger and scapegoat immigrants coming from south of the border but when you take the time to notice the push and pull factors that are involved in making such a long and dangerous journey you realize that it was that they had to leave rather than they wanted to leave their homes, families, and lives.


Oh here is a map of the 7 countries that make Central America for those of you who don't know. I googled it the source is www.contourstravel.com.au

As often is the case in Latin American countries, a military regime takes power, then 90% of the wealth is locked in 10% of the population (an approximation), and the disparity between the rich and poor is so great that people have no other option than to organize and press for change.


What would you do if you couldn't own anything?

or get a decent paying job? Healthcare? and what about equal access to education? do you just sit around and wish it all away?


The fear of communism has always been prevalent...so it became easy to blame unionizing teachers, students, and farm workers for trying to "conspire" against the government labeling them a threat to national security, communists, terrorists.

It was under this guise that crimes against humanity were executed by the masses in El Salvador during the 80's. Backed by the U.S. government and the Reagan administration in an effort to stop the spread of communism, the U.S. took the whole NIMBY attitude (Not In My BackYard), & supported the Salvadoran army led by Major Roberto D'Aubuisson who formed the death squads who tortured and killed thousands of civilians . The U.N funded Truth Comission for El Salvador found that an astonishing 85% of human rights violation acts were executed by the state. What guerillas? What terrorists? It was the GOVERNMENT.

Without going into much more politics or details, it is important for people to know that things aren't always what they seem, and if a massive influx of Latino immigrants came during the 1980s and 90s it wasn't just some phenomenon of nature. Similar situations were happening in Guatemala, Nicaragua, and still are in places like Chiapas in southern Mexico.

My dad came for these same reasons. Although in Nicaragua the FSLN actually won the revolution. It was the only succesful overturn of gov't of its kind in Central America.

Anyway, I just wanted to share why I'm very specific about not being thrown into just any old category when asked about my ethnicity. I'm half Salvadoran and half Nicaraguan and damn proud of it. My mom set out to this country a teenager... with NO ONE here waiting for her. She found her way, by herself, worked her ass off, climbed the corporate ladder, and made a very comfortable life for my sisters and I.

There are people that lost their whole families in the atrocities that were funded by American dollars, by aiding the oppresive governments in Central America and by training Central American children in military tactics and "counter-insurgent" warfare at The School of the Americas aka The School of Assassins (http://www.soaw.org/), here in the U.S.

There are so many sad stories I could tell you, stories that rarely get told because people don't talk about it, its taboo in a sense because to Central American people the wounds are fresh. Some great films that depict these stories are, Innocent Voices, Under the Same Moon, and Sin Nombre (the first two are at Blockbuster the last one is brand new not yet out on dvd), all tell stories of immigrant people and their struggles. So, the next time you meet someone from another country take the time to ask them what brought them here, the stories are truly inspiring and amazing, and sometimes just tragic, but deserve to be acknowledged all the same.


Mommy this one's for you. Muah.



About Experience and Work...

The last five years I wrote for the following student publications at Cal State Northridge click on the link to check out some of my work.

Daily Sundial


Mister Cartoon and Estevan Oriol ...My Favorite article (This is the kind of work I love)

El Nuevo Sol

CSUN SCENE Magazine (editor online content)


I also have experience in the following:
Radio industry (promotions/events)
I worked for Clear Channel Communications under Hot 92.3 July 2008-January 2009

Viral Marketing intern Soul Assassins (Dj Muggs) June 2008-December 2008


I've done investigative reporting, editing, and have experience with multimedia content as well. Experienced in Spanish language journalism, I know basic HTML/CSS.
I'm fluent in Spanish, and also basic conversational American Sign Language.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A Graduation Reflection...and My First Post!

Today was my college graduation. This blog has been a long time in the making, partly because I've been so consumed with writing for school publications, but also because I didn't know how I was to angle what I wanted to do with this space.


I figure, I'm opinionated enough, might as well put it out there for someone to read and perhaps take notice. A
nyway, what better way to start a blog than to make my first entry all about such a life changing event.



To some graduating from a CSU might not seem like a great deal compared to a UC or a private institution but in the world I live in and compared to a great deal of my peers I am a world and a planet away from where some people might think I would be.


I live in the Valley. Now, there are some nice parts of the Valley and then there are the not-so-nice parts (that's where I live). Without exaggeration there are police choppers outside almost every other night on any given week. My neighbors, well they are a nice mix of low-income blue collar workers from all ethnicities, on my block you will find the drug dealers, taggers, white trash, immigrants,and your regular Joes just tryina make a living. I can't compare it to South Central or Watts, but its bad enough that I have come out of this with both a street education and a college degree :)

I love it.

If it weren't for living under these circumstances, I wouldn't appreciate the things I have or have accomplished. The simple fact that I can see the difference in them (the people around me) and what I'm trying to do with my life, the fact that I'm not ignorant like the cholos and cholas that live their day by day picking fights over insignificant things,the fact that I can look beyond and see the greater scope of things... its all worth it.

It took me 5 years to get my B.A. in Journalism, and my minor in Central American Studies, but that moment, that feeling of accomplishment I felt this morning walking across the stage was a culmination of many years of hard work, dissapointments, and lessons learned.

I've seen my parents struggle financially.
Friends die in the last years of suicides, overdoses, and gang-related murder.
Friends in jail for the better part of their youth, and all for what?
That could've been me. Why not? Many of them came from good families with good morals like mine, and many came from neighborhoods like mine, what defines each and everyone of us that make our outcomes different?

You can't let the things you go through, or the neighborhoods you come from, or all the horrible things some of us are predisposed to and born into, you can't let where you come from define where you are going, if you want it bad enough.


Looking back there are so many different times horrible things could have happened to me. Hanging out with rival gangs, dating the wrong people, trusting the wrong people. Even something as simple as sitting in a car outside my house almost took my life... one day I was caught sitting in the crossfire of bullets from my neighbor to an unknown passerby.

Is it destiny? Is it drive? Is it fate? Is it God?

All I know is its something to be grateful for, I've seen way too many friends go by the wayside and I am determined to make things right for myself and my family.

hasta luego.