Aztlan Rifa - Gilbert Magu Lujan, 1977
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Aztlan Rifa - Gilbert Magu Lujan, 1977
“Si no hay justicia para el pueblo, que no haya paz para el gobierno”. (If there’s no justice for the people, shall be no peace for the government) Emiliano Zapata.
One of our greatest heroes (Mexican Revolution).
Buen Viaje
Propuesta de arte para una exposición en donde se explica como se creo el mezcal, apenas hoy sale a la luz ::(
Biológical #coloful #grounded
Women of the Black Panther Party demonstrating in front of Alameda County Courthouse Oakland, CA
Taken from “Black Panthers: 1968” by Howard L. Bingham
Danza folclórica mexicana en PuertoVallarta, México.
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I have to stop smoking blunts. I know these tobacco products no good. Just hard when everyone around you constantly wanna fuck with blunts.
Reblog if you're trash.
El “Sótano de Popocatl”, Veracruz.
Mexican Women Postcard by Teyacapan on Flickr.
Afromexicanos del Estado de Guerrero
con partes mexicanas…
Farm-workers: Here’s to you.
Growing up, before walking into class, I’d scrub my hands with soap and water to try to take off the green-tint, caused by cutting asparagus. Every morning, from February to July starting at 2 am - 6am I’d work the fields before school started. If I didn’t scrub my hands raw, my school papers would turn green.
I’ve come to understand I was lucky to even go to class, while many other children, #Chicano or #Mexicano who worked in the same fields as my family and I, would simply skip school or drop-out to help provide for their families. Going back to college/university campuses always reminds me of the young people I worked with. U.S. schools are a booming business where farmworker children will many times, never set foot, or where they will be pushed to the limit - working at the same time and being conditioned to hate their own people, their own culture, and especially to abandon their worker-roots.
I feel most, comfortable organizing in my community. With people whose culture, language, religion, humility and ideals I am most familiar with. And more than anything I hope to organize in the fields again. To work side by side with farmworkers and to strike against the exploiters cracking their #malinche whips.