Columbus Day 2015

Columbus Day 2015


(150 million Indian people perish

  during colonization of the “new world”

  140,000 Japanese perish at Hiroshima &

    74,000 at Nagasaki by 2 atomic bombs)






people of color

women in struggle


all lives matter


hands up !

don’t shoot !


to be different

to disagree

is democracy



stand up

stand tall

someone will catch you

if you should fall


grisly bear   grisly bears we are

no longer afraid of you  ! basta ya ! *


                      ! pa’ fuera ! **


                                            Aztatl X


* enough !

** leave now !

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Kick Me While I’m Down by Eric J. García (El Machete Illustrated)

Kick Me While I'm Down!

Kick Me While I’m Down!

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Coahuila Meditation

Coahuila Meditation


I send you

a multi-colored

tobacco prayer tie of hope


a Tolteca rich

Spotted Eagle feather


a Spirit Chant

bright be-bop

hip hop city smart

song of courage


Little Mexico projects

throw down for real life

strife poem in defense

of the homie land

Southwest Detroit


from Mountain Stronghold y

Aztlan Pueblo barrio streets

inhale the new man & woman

celebrate the rescue of the hearts

of our chavalitos y chavalitas

once abandoned / caught in the jaws

of imagined artificial wilderness need


                                  Zapatista ancestry

                                  Tashunka Witco

                                  Crazy Horse eyesight


                                   Malcolm X

                                   Dr. King heritage


our vision substance free

regained natural balance

from delusional lock-step

parade of consumerism


we Crow Hop in joy

an indignant contrary beat

for the good news ahead ….


                                        Aztatl X

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45th Chicano Moratorium Commemoration March and Rally in Los Angeles

45th Chicano Moratorium Commemoration March and Rally

45th Chicano Moratorium Commemoration
March and Rally


45th Chicano Moratorium Commemoration
March and Rally – Saturday, August 29, 2015

“En Defensa Del Pueblo Raza Resistencia!”

Please come out and join the March and Rally!!!!
Bring your signs, banners, friends and familias!
45 years later Y Que???
*Schools to Prison Pipe Lines!
*Militarized Police Brutality, the New “Organized Crime”
*Economic attacks on the Poor and Middle Class
*Continued attacks on Ethnic Studies
*Environmental waste in our Communities
*La Mujer
*De-Colonization and Self Determination
*Crisis in Mexico
*Political Prisoners
*And the continued Ethnic Cleansing by Local Police Forces
Ya Basta!!!!!!
Ya Basta!!!!!!
Ya Basta!!!!!!

Please Come out and support this year’s Marcha: 8:00 am at Cesar Chavez Ave and Alma Ave
Rally: 12:00 pm Salazar Park

Guest Speakers and Cultural performers
Informational booths and Solidarity!!!

Ya Basta!!!!!!
Ya Basta!!!!!!
Ya Basta!!!!!!

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Trump Hunt by Eric J. García (El Machete Illustrated)

Trump Hunt

Trump Hunt

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Spontaneous Combustion

Spontaneous Combustion



a heart-full of cluster bombs

a wicked napalm smile

I render my love to you

at least for a little while


vote for me

Juan Dale-Gas Gonzalez III

honor the tongue that wags

vote for account-ta-bility $ 4 me

mosquito spray in the summertime

fishing every Sunday  free bail $

migrant-free rest rooms


please mr. hacienda

anglo man don heet me

I don no wat I do


how do you expect me

to be responsibility wen

no body hold you responsibility


                             huh ?


Black Lives Matter ??




straight outta Compton



My Horror Trip Escape

from hospital by foot/by bus

got lost called RCMP

bring a Saint Bernard

a keg full of Jack


my nerves I died that day

three days into the zone


Dear Officers Krupke

I am sociologically sick !

let me go home…  twice

tied me to my bed instead


! epa !

Xikano which has been

here awhile speaks English/

broken Mexican from

West Side Story

southwest Detroit

                 Side story

over-think tank lost story

I doubted my grandfather

chose  science instead of

Coahuila simple principles


available at party stores

near chuco’ art murials

& graffiti mountain songs


mmmm me lik’  ’em 



what did the little mouse say to his dad?




what did his dad reply?



he was a paranoid schitzo

of the award winning kind


when Big Furry Cat arrived wearing

Cinderellas scarf for a bandage over

his injured left foot little mouse freaked

he approached Big Furrry Cat cuz

little mouse thought he was bad ass


you know the rest

funeral services will be held

last Thursday soon as we find

enough of Big Cat furry body



how’s about a new holiday?

Mi Grandota Hacienda Day


Boop Poop e Doop Day


o K


censory over load



stop being such a self-centered pig 

stop thinking in circles !  my summer

catechism teacher advised….


                                           Aztatl X


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Don’t Stop Believing: Robert Flores On His New Book “#FuckCancer!”



“I’m a Healer”

#FuckCancer: The True Story of How Robert the Bold Kicked Cancer’s Ass is the new book by Robert Flores and published by Xicano independent publishing house Broken Swords Publications.

This is the true story of a Xicano warrior/butcher from SantAna, Califas who with his head held high, defiantly raised his sword/shield to the heavens, turbocharged his corazón/espiritú to crush cancer from his body. In the process, Robert’s mantra became #FuckCancer.

Cancer transcends racial/ethnic, gender, class, and sexual boundaries. According to the World Cancer Report of 2014, in 2012 about 14.1 million new cases of cancer occurred globally causing about 8.2 million deaths or 14.6% of all human deaths.

These are grim statistics to say the least. Yet, somehow they don’t capture the full story of the emotional and even financial devastation that befall on families and their loved ones of those going through cancer.

Statistics also don’t capture the on-the-ground stories of how people, let alone Xicanas y Xicanos, have beaten cancer.


A few years ago, Angie Chabram-Dernersesian and Adela de la Torre edited a groundbreaking book, Speaking From the Body, a first-person account by several Chicanas dealing with serious illnesses, such as hypertension, breast cancer, obesity, diabetes, depression, osteoarthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, dementia, Parkinson’s, lupus, and hyper/hypothyroidism.

It was the first Chicana/o Studies book that addressed muXeres and health. The testimonios were empowering and were free of medical and academic jargon. The testimonios were aimed at encouraging our community to engage in platicas amongst ourselves and with our primary medical care-givers and also to become aware of the resources available and advocate for resources where there are none.

Through the testimonios, Chicanas shared their experiences in coping with illness in order to better understand the cultural particulars of health issues that normally go unnoticed by traditional medical paradigms. Most importantly, the Chicanas challenged the medical profession to provide culturally relevant health care to meet the needs of the community.

As I read Robert’s story, this is where I see #FuckCancer having the most positive impact in our community because Robert demonstrates what it means to be pro-active in kicking cancer’s ass.

Robert lets it be known from the get-go that you can’t kick cancer’s ass alone, yet he also makes it clear that once afflicted with it you can’t do it passively either. Robert got his warrior shield and sword and led the charge to wreck cancer’s plans on his life. His family and friends were his guardian angels. #FuckCancer.

In one particular entry, In When Your Surgeon Tells You You Need a Colostomy (January 10, 2013; 4:33pm), Robert describes how, despite being dazed by the millions of questions running through his head, he researched everything he could about “colostomies and sphincter and rectal cancer” (p.18-20).

“I Saw My Ancestors Last Night and They Were Me”

Robert The Bold

Robert The Bold

There are thousands of personal stories of triumph and tragedy, but very rarely is there a story told from the perspective of a Xicano.

I am more than happy to state that Robert has taken on that daunting responsibility, not necessarily to speak for all the Xicanas y Xicanos who are battling cancer, but to open up a safe space for their stories to be told without fear of stigmatization and cultural censorship.

#FuckCancer is more than just Robert’s story. It is ours as well. How many of us have lost loved ones to this deadly disease?

More importantly, and as Robert’s story will highlight, how many of our families and friends have been brought together to fight a common enemy?

#FuckCancer is an uncensored story. In fact, #FuckCancer reads like a classic Arturo Islas novel. For all of you who know about Arturo Islas (QEPD), he is a giant of Chicana/o Literature.

Islas battled his own devastating illness. On January 14, 1988, Islas tested positive for HIV, which causes AIDS. Arturo Islas refused to give into depressive thoughts. Islas forged ahead using his writings as therapy, healing, and survival.

Robert’s will to survive; his courage to shout #FuckCancer; and his strength to not “just dance with the devil” (p.3), but to go toe-to-toe with the devil reminded me of Islas and how he used story-telling to document his struggle and a disease that at the time (and even today) was stigmatized by society.

Similarly, Robert doesn’t use story-telling to entertain us or as a pastime for lonely nights rather he uses it to educate us as well as to get us through the difficult challenges posed by cancer. This is why I am sharing #FuckCancer with as many people as I can. I want people to know that they can’t never give up, that there’s always hope.

Don’t Stop Believing!

#FuckCancer isn’t just some journey through some depressive black hole. No, not all! Robert needed a laugh or two along the way. Laughter and smiles are sometimes the best cure for what ails many, especially when things might not look so bright.

I got a chuckle when Robert notes how much he LOVES POPCORN in No Popcorn?! WTF (January 13, 2013; 5:56pm). His Internet research revealed how he couldn’t eat POPCORN anymore because it might hinder movement in his now diverted digestive system. POPCORN was the reason why he loved going to the movies and he even had his own personal bucket (p.20-22).

I think he realized that at this stage in his diagnosis he had already committed to the whole colostomy thing that he needed a laugh to relieve the fear he was experiencing. I found this to be a great lesson for all of us. Despite the Goliath in our lives, we need to sometimes take a moment to regroup.

The Butcher

I had the special privilege of meeting @foxflores on Twitter a couple years ago. Never did I realize that our different paths would someday cross. I met “The Butcher” from SantAna in person soon thereafter.

And as I put this post together, Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” comes on the radio. It reminds me of what Robert’s story is all about. Its about perseverance, its about never losing faith, its about always believing that no matter how dark that valley might be, the light is always up ahead.

Don’t get caught looking behind you too much or else you’re bound to miss what’s up front. This is the biggest lesson I got as I read Robert’s journey.

Robert gazed upon the future, and unbeknownst to him at the time of his ordeal, the future was bright and full of blessings. The initial blog entries were a literature book in the making. Robert would soon meet independent Xicano author and publisher Santino Rivera, as well as Xicano graphic designer Emilio Medina, and Xicano photographer Art Meza, all whom would contribute to the making of #FuckCancer.

“Don’t Count the Days, Make the Days Count”

May Robert’s story inspire you to beat the odds in whatever struggle you’re facing.

Recently, I had an informal short platica with Robert. I relate that here in all its raw essence. There was no need to have Robert re-tell the book. But I wanted to briefly introduce you to him and encourage you to get a copy of #FuckCancer, and either volunteer some time or perhaps donate some money to a cancer organization.

In the meantime, do yourself a favor, and go buy yourself three copies of #FuckCancer. 1) one for yourself, 2) one for your family or friend and 3) for a cancer patient.

Robert Anthony Flores is a hero. Robert Flores is an inspiration. Robert Flores is my friend.



Robert Flores: I am the oldest of four kids. I have one sister, Denise and two brothers, Kevin and Jeffrey. I was born and raised in SanTana. My parents divorced when I was 13 years old.

I am Catholic. I went to Catholic school for 12 years. I went to SanTana Mater Dei High School. And I thank my parents for sending me.

After high school, I decided to forgo college and pursue this wonderful life as a meat cutter to help out at home.

My first job was in a meat market here in town, cleaning up after high school let out. I liked it and the money was good.

I have worked in various butcher shops but in 1982 I joined the union. Stable income, great health benefits. So in hindsight it was a good decision to stick with this career after I got the news of my cancer.

I don’t go to church. Not because I don’t want to. I blame work. For the last 40 years, I have been working weekends.

For awhile I did attend church on Saturdays when I worked 7am-4pm shift. But now my shifts are 8am-5pm or 1pm-10 pm. I don’t think not going to church makes me any less religious.

In my book, #FuckCancer I do approach the subject of prayer. There was a point early in my treatment when I feel that I learned how to pray. And from that point I prayed like a person breathes.

Constantly, I directed my prayers to La Virgen de Guadalupe. I truly believed she listened to me. Along the way little things would happen.

Little things that added up to me kicking cancer’s ass. So along with my doctors, my family and friends, I know that my belief in La Virgen, I was able to get through all that was dealt to me. I still need to get down to the Basilica and do my manda.

Finding out that I had cancer was obviously quite a shock. I didn’t cry or anything. In fact I thought my doctor was going to cry. I almost gave him a hug. Of course I had no idea my cancer was so bad, but he knew. Believe me, the tears came later and plenty of them.

The doctor had already made arrangements for me to meet my surgeon. Appointments were all lined up. So when I left his office, first thing I did was call my work to tell them I wouldn’t be in for awhile. Then I called my sister and my brothers. And then I called my Compa, Francisco Gutierrez. I called a few more friends and then drove home. My life changed in an instant.

After hearing from the doctors that I had cancer, the first conversation I had was with the billing department. In my case, it was with my oncologist. They called me to discuss payment. How much you owe and how much your insurance covers.

I’m already overwhelmed. I’m thinking this is what I owe? Oh no, the girl says, you have great insurance. My total out of pocket cost was $2,500 for 2013. That was it. For everything, including radiation and my surgery.

The overall message of #FuckCancer is simple. Thank you to my Doctors, to my familia, to my friends, and to my faith. That’s what I tell people. It reads like a big thank you card.

I detail my treatment. I let you inside my heart. I only hold back if I feel I would be revealing something so private, in respect to those involved.

When I was growing up, if an older relative died, I didn’t ask, what did Tia die from? So if I had X number of relatives that did die of cancer, I wouldn’t know. We, out of respect, don’t ask those questions. So we are not aware, at an early age, if we are even susceptible to the various cancers that kill our heritage.

That is why I picked Latino Health Access as the charity that I will be donating my proceeds from the book to. Dr. America Bracho, Google her, runs a center, in SanTana, for health promotion and disease prevention. She trains people how to eat right, how to exercise, essentially, how not to get diabetes and heart disease and other chronic health problems. She is not looking for a cure. She is looking to educate how not to get these diseases. BOOM. #FuckCancer

When I was diagnosed with cancer, I took it personally. To me, getting cancer was the same as someone coming into your house and trying to kill you. You trying to kill me? Fuck You!!

I found an avatar of a sweatshirt with F#ckcancer. I guess I became the #FuckCancer guy on Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook. So when Santino approached me with the idea of turning my blog into a book, there was only one title that we knew we would use.


You can follow Robert Flores on Twitter at @foxflores, on Instagram at @bobbyangel, and on Tumblr at the THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ROBERT the BOLD.

You can purchase #FuckCancer: The True Story of How Robert the Bold Kicked Cancer’s Ass from Broken Sword Publications or any bookstore.

cultural sovereignty


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Remembering the Chicano Moratorium – San Francisco (8/23/15)

Remembering the Chicano

Remembering the Chicano Moratorium



Remembering the Chicano Moratorium, part of the Spirit of Bandung series sponsored by Third World Resistance and International League of People’s Struggle

On August 29,1970, over 30,000 Chicanos marched in the streets of LA to call an end to war in Vietnam. They understood that Chicanos were fighting an imperialist war that did not benefit their people in any way and they could not take part in it while the same forces telling them to fight in Vietnam were also attacking their folks here at home. Today Chicanos still understand the need to stand against imperialist wars in in Palestine, the Philippines, Ayotzinapa, and Ferguson. During this powerful panel we will explore Xicana historical and current connections to Third World anti-imperialist struggles and how we can strengthen ties of solidarity that lead to collective liberation.

Speakers include: Gabriel Hernandez, Nancy Hernandez, Raquel Jimenez, and Prishny Murillo

Hosted by Xicano Moratorium Coalition

Sunday, August 23
Eric Quezada Center for Culture and Politics
518 Valencia St., San Francisco

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On The Bacon Trail: Exposing Historical Myopia (Part One of Two)

Historical myopia causes nearsightedness, distorting one’s view of current and past events. It interferes in distinguishing details. Consequently, we don’t pay much attention to how and why the present has come about.

In general American culture discourages complex thinking. Almost everything is viewed through the prism of faith. Learning is reduced to bullet points with minimal evidence required. The historian acts like a prosecuting attorney obsessed with proving his hypothesis.

Without access to witnesses, knowledge is rarely tested by experience. The historians’ presentations are thus based largely on suppositions rather than facts. History is formed by institutional memories constructed by the state.

This is why I find the work of David Bacon so refreshing. Every time I look at his photographs or read his blogs or his books, I realize how myopic we have become, and what is wrong with the education of so-called scholars. For some time, I have admired Bacon’s photographs especially those of farmworkers. However, I did not begin to look behind the photographs until recently.

About five years ago I got involved with the struggle to save the Tucson Unified School District’s Mexican American Studies program as well the fight against Arizona’s xenophobia. My fight against NAFTA (North American Free Trade Agreement) alerted me to the privatization of Arizona and I could thus see the issues clearly.

Bacon’s writings like his photographs are art for change’s sake.  He is the author of books on labor, immigration, globalization and privatization, and has published articles for TruthOut, The Nation, The American Prospect, The Progressive, and the San Francisco Chronicle, travelling frequently to Mexico, the Philippines, Europe and Iraq. Bacon is a modern day Jack London without xenophobic biases.

Bacon is a scholar, not an academician. He does not wear degrees on his chest like battle ribbons. His knowledge comes from life experiences; “Unions are schools. People learn about the realities of the world and raise their expectations of what they want their world to be like.”

I found a 2012 article in The Nation “How US Policies Fueled Mexico’s Great Migration  instructive. Bacon tells the story of Roberto Ortega, a displaced Veracruzana butcher. NAFTA opened up Mexican markets to massive pork imports from US companies like Smithfield Foods. Ortega, a small-scale butcher, was wiped out as prices dropped. In 1999 he was forced to migrate to Tar Heel, North Carolina, where he worked ironically for Smithfield in the world’s largest pork slaughterhouse.

Smithfield’s Tar Heel packinghouse became Veracruz’s displaced the farmers’ number-one US destination. “Tens of thousands left Mexico, many eventually helping Smithfield’s bottom line once again by working for low wages on its US meatpacking lines.” Meanwhile, businesses in the Vera Cruz went broke.

Under NAFTA Smithfield had access to subsidized US corn, an advantage that drove  many Mexicans out of business, as US corn “was priced 19 percent below the cost of production.”  Moreover, NAFTA allowed it to import pork in Mexico. By 2010 pork imports grew more than twenty-five times, to 811,000 tons.

As a consequence of imported pork, Mexico lost 4,000 pig farms, 120,000 jobs. Rural poverty rose from 35 percent in 1992–94 to 55 percent in 1996–98.  By 2010, 53 million Mexicans were living in poverty—half the country’s population almost all in rural areas.

Bacon strings verbal photos showing the effects of the expansion of the H2-A visa program that “allows US agricultural employers to bring in workers from Mexico and other countries, giving them temporary visas tied to employment contracts.” The pull of landless tobacco farmers from Veracruz added to the pool of migrant workers in the Carolinas.

In Mexico, Smithfield and other American operations were unburdened by the environmental restrictions.  Carolina Ramirez, who heads the women’s department of the Veracruz Human Rights Commission, said that “the company can do here what it can’t do at home.” In early 2009, the first confirmed case of swine flu spread to Mexico City. By May, forty-five people were confirmed with swine flu and schools closed.

Bacon shows how NAFTA caused the Mexican Migration. He also shows how in the face of disaster Mexican workers organized against the physical repression of Smithfield and other companies as well as the complicity of the American media.

It is clear that the Union is Bacon’s leader, and the key to resistance on both sides of the border.   “We are fighting because we are being destroyed,” says Roberto Ortega. “That is the reason for the daily fight, to try to change this.”

Bacon’s book The Children of NAFTA, Labor Wars on the U.S./Mexico Border is a word picture that according to Bacon, is a world hidden from our view. Again the dragons are NAFTA, poverty and repression. Bacon exposes the exploitation in places such as the Mexicali Valley, and the deplorable housing in Tijuana and other border cities. The heroes are the tireless union organizers. The link between neoliberal polices and the suffering is clear.

The bottom-line poverty forces Mexicans to move to the USA, with the chickens coming home to roost.

A critique all of Bacon’s writing and photo essays is beyond the scope of this blog. The strength of David is his grasp of details and his ability to weave them into the fabric of current history. It exposes the reasons for Enrique Peña Nieto’s privatization and his crude repression of the Normalistas.

David lays it out in US-Style School Reform Goes South: “Just weeks after taking office, Mexico’s new president, Enrique Peña Nieto, ordered the arrest of the country’s most powerful union leader, Elba Esther Gordillo, a longtime ally. The press said PRI was cracking down on corruption. But, Bacon wanted to know the real reason for her arrest, notwithstanding the obvious fact that she was corrupt.

Progressive Mexican educators saw it as an attack on public education and the rights of teachers. They fought back, and the state tried to silence the growing opposition to U.S. style PRI proposals to standardized tests and remove the voice of the union in hiring. They were not “Waiting for Superman” and standing by while Mexican education was privatized.  Significant to the teachers was that “Superman” was first screened on the twenty-fourth-floor offices of the World Bank rather than in movie theaters.

Bacon wrote, “A network of large corporations and banks extends throughout Latin America, financed and guided in part from the United States, pushing the same formula: standardized tests, linking teachers’ jobs and pay to test results, and bending the curriculum to employers’ needs while eliminating social critique. In both countries, there was grassroots opposition—from parents and teachers. In Seattle, teachers at Garfield High refused to give the tests. In Michoacan, in central Mexico, sixteen teachers went to jail because they also refused.”

PRI accused teacher-training schools (“normal schools”) of leading opposition to charter schools. PREAL, established  by  the  Inter-American  Dialogue  in Washington,  D.C. and  the  Corporation  for  Development Research in Santiago, Chile, in 1995, set the neoliberal agenda. PREAL’s mission was building a broad and active constituency “for education reform”. Behind PREAL were powerful forces led by Ford and the World Bank. Moreover, PREAL received grants from the US Agency for International Development (USAID allegedly a CIA front).

Normal schools throughout Mexico are battling neoliberal reforms. The election of PRI in 2012 galvanized this opposition. It was clear to PRI that the power of the Normalistas had to be broken if it was to gain popular support. It was a war for the control of Mexico’s historical memory.

— by Rodolfo F. Acuña

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Fall of the EPA by Eric J. García (El Machete Illustrated)

Fall of the EPA

Fall of the EPA

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