XOXOXOXOXOXOX YES!

Dedicated to the YES and WE --  Bob Flor, Martha Choe, Marcine Anderson, Peggy Nagae, Bob Shimabukuro, Chisao Hata, Michael Kan, Alan Osaki, Lynn Osaki, Lori Osaki Wahl, Joe Wahl, Debbie McDaniels, Debbie Abe, Hugo Kurose, Stan Shikuma, Tracy Lai, Russell Baba, Jeanie Mercer, Bill Blauveldt, Nobuko Miyamoto, Peter Kwang, Janice Mirikitani, Sharon Hashimoto, Debbie Osato, Wendy Ng, Bettie Sing Luke, Anselmo Villanueva, Susana Wong, Carole Iwamoto, Lawson Inada, Frank Abe, Frank Chin, Curtis Choy, Shizue Shikuma, Lois Yoshishige, Remie Calalang, Iwalani Raes, Barbara Date, Steve Morozumi, Lynn Fujiwara, Bobby Lee, Bob Santos, Yuri Kochiyama and Rest in Peace, Al Robles, Philip Vera Cruz

This was the first UO Multicultural Alumni Reunion I've gone to since it began five years ago.  For me, it was like Medicine!

The experience began when APASU students asked me to speak on the "old days" which I did.  It was great fun to meet up with the energetic, dynamic, fun-loving, articulate, talented APASU  members and the other APIA students they were trying to recruit into the club.  And it was nice to be able to talk about the Seventies and Eighties and how AASU and what is now PACAlliance did together to change the landscape of the campus and of this city, wherever we worked, and always together across ethnic, racial, sexual orientation and economic lines.

The next day was Homecoming Friday, and Twila Souers, Anselmo Villanueva, Marshall Sauceda and I were visiting the basement of the EMU where all our student unions are located.  I stepped into APASU to say hi, and there was Alan Osaki, Seattle, second APASU director 30 some years ago!  And with him, of course, Mike Kan, Los Angeles, third APASU director.  They were visiting UO for Alan's daughter, Alexa, who is choosing a college and with their wives, Gigi Kan and Alan's wife, Phyllis Verzosa.   It was great!!!  Alan posed at his old desk.  I teased him he needed to take off his shirt because he always worked in that cramped space in his undershirt.  BTW, the cramped office is gone.  They had posed in the part of the old EMU where the office once was right next to the bowling alley.  Both had totally disappeared with reconstruction!    Mike was going through the files, pulling stuff out "I did this!" When Alan observed there wasn't much in the file cabinet, Elizabeth, APASU leader whose energy is so much like yours, Martha, laughed and said "we have computer files now!!"  Alan's daughter was holding a East West Players flyer saying, "Dad?  Is this thing . . . typed?!??"   Elizabeth said, she had picked up a layout original, and parts of it had fallen off.  They put it in a file thinking, if they touched it it would destroy it, and as Elizabeth described, " like it was a sacred object or something. "    It was fun.

All the way back up I-5 to Portland where they were going to have a family thing with the Osaki's, the two, Alan and Mike, could not stop brainstorming.  Mike emailed me the next day, Saturday and between Saturday and today, Tuesday, he has sent me no less than 15 emails:

Mike wrote, "Yes, today was truly an unexpected blessing. You look great, sound great and haven't lost any of that infectious energy. After today, my wife Gigi has been encouraging that Alan and I make a return to Eugene and offer to the students a "success workshop" or "Be victorious or be a victim, but you cannot be both."Both Gigi and I are passionate about exposing young adults w the things they don't teach in school, real life stuff. The reality that you can become "successful" w/o compromising ones core values.  We were discussing how many from our group have gone on to achieve success & have remained grounded, evolved and still realize we are all part of a larger community.As for me, I know now that I may not alone change the whole world, but I can have a tremendous influence on my world, then allow the ripple affect to take its course.
You, Martha, Peggy, Kim & Chisao were and have been an influence on me, my global decisions and how I choose to influence others, I want you to know that and know that the work you do matters. Alan and I, along with many others are evidence that you and your efforts matter.  Please continue, we are your ripple affect.  With warm regards, love and gratitude

Then Mike wrote, As we drove back to Seattle, Alan, Phyliss & Gigi and I were discussing this project. Of course this was a 3 hour brainstorming session discussing many "what ifs" on many levels. We thought it appropiate to do something within this academic year, if possiible. With so much on the line in this current election, the impact of which, will affect the future of young people today for many years. They need to vote! so many are not registered, have no knowledge of the "issues" and the affect on their future, the place they take in their community, having an opinion, voicing their opinion, taking action, leaving a legacy, not just being a benefactor of the work of those that came before. I am looking at the need young AA people today need to realize the impact they have on a broad scale.

Talking points:
What programs and/or professional organizations exist and their purpose
Networking (with other university AA organizations. The seed of networking for career nd more)
Mentoring (never stops)
Success development and how to use it
Personal finances
Self development
Leadership development

AO was looking at the "after college" networking benefits for the students and community; (this could have far reaching impact, of course, you'd want to get AO's direct input of ideas and vision).

There will always be the need of developing leaders in worlds of community (politics), academics and business. As you appreciate; "Leadership is everything".

UO APASU could host something, keeping it local or invite OSU, UW, Portland & CA schools.

The financial impact could be minimized to the APASU budget (speaking for AO & I; we'd cover our costs).
Let's keep talking

Then Alan weighs in:  hey guys, sometimes it just feels right.  One of the things that alot of us have to offer are "leadership development lessons."  I look at what you, Mike, Gary, Martha, Peggy have done, and currently do, and it seems a shame to waste all that knowledge and networking experience without imparting it to the next new generation of APA leaders-to-be (generation Y?).  There were some sharp kids in that group who could, and I think would, soak up and use alot of what exists is our professional and community oriented histories.  I think alot of us have come across that same openess to want to understand the "lessons-learned" from politically and community aware friends of our own kids.

Some other related thoughts:  Whatever is done will create the right perception with the current UofO adminstration and will help provide a foundation argument of support for future campaigns and initiatives.  Whatever is done will be relevant to the thoughts and needs of other similar APA student orgnanizatons in the region.  Seattle, Portland, Corvallis, etc. (and of course that creates the right kind of attention to the community).  Last, parts of whatever is done can be tailored (and packaged) in the "language" of today's generation, i.e. use of video, music, visual and performing arts, etc.  

Of course, I responded.   We brainstormed this and we brainstormed that, who, what, when, where.   Alan Osaki starting emailing, then Mike talked with Peggy and she entered the email conversation.   Then Mike sends out no less than 5 sample colorful leaflets, with the concept of a Youth Leadership Conference.  He says Alan's son, Troy, (google Troy Osaki's poetry) started working on these leaflets amping it up for the youth.  Troy is now joining in the idea:  The first annual APASU Youth Leadership Conference is now on paper.

We start throwing out names.   I volunteer PACA.   Alan writes:  It looks like quite a group.  One of the things I always liked about Eugene, was that you had to either hang together or you would end up hanging separately!  Unlike other large west coast urban areas w large Asian populations like L.A., S.F. or even Seattle, in Eugene you couldn't afford to "do your own thing" or not be involved.  In that context, I agree involvement with the PAC Alliance would be essential and logical.

The outrageous working title asks WHEN WILL WE HAVE AN ASIAN OR PACIFIC ISLANDER PRESIDENT?

I'm thinking, perhaps, we should write a proposal to APASU framing what we are willing to do.  I email Robbie, APASU Director first to give him a head's up.  He goes to a meeting, and the energetic group ok's it just.like.that.  That is amazing to me.  I tell him, since he's virtually just going on faith, that I will have a proposal in to him.  I get up this morning and write it, the question spreading across the page in bright red  WHEN WILL WE HAVE AN ASIAN OR PACIFIC ISLANDER PRESIDENT?  I sent the proposal to everyone inviting edits, expecting them to have lots of changes.  Then the responses came in.

Peggy says:  This is turning into a family reunion!  It's wonderful and powerful.
Bobby says:  Wow. Looks like a fantastic idea! It's an honor to be part of this event and to working with all of you. Please mark me on board!!

Here's where it starts inside to out with me.  The proposal I wrote starts getting read.
Mike says, "Misa, when I think about you, I see love."
Peggy says, "After all these years, you have been there for ALL of us...Thank you so much!
Alan says,  "Wow!  That took some work - great proposal!  I forgot when you decide to do something, you "really decide" to do it!"

I teared up with Alan's email.   What the Hell?  As I wiped my eyes, I realized these were healing words.

The words "Wow!  That took some work.  Great proposal!  I forgot when you decide to do something, you really decide to do it" melted something frozen in me,  a sentence which not only affirms something I did today, but affirms how I am remembered from the past.  I am a member of a team.  I am a member of a team who brainstorms with fervor and does not say no to anything and it flows and flows, and begins to gel, and when it gels, it's still elastic.  I am loved back as I love.  And if anything is done for fun, there's no one left out.  I am part of a team which, by nature, is excited, energetic, passionate, happy, hardworking, sharing of skills, appreciative of each other and having fun.  At the end of a long phone call, Mike said, "Hey, Misa.  Are you feeling happy?"  I could hear the smile in his voice and he laughed as I shrieked, "I am absolutely thrilled!" to which he said "I can tell!"  That he was not put off with my happiness and that he was pleased I was happy was healing for me.
During the conversation, because I have issues, I said, "Hey Mike, did you know I'm tribal?  I'm still Asian, just not Asian American.  I'm Asian Winnemem."  God knows why I would bring it up except for the hurt.

He said, "Yeah, of course.  I heard about it.  We keep track of each other, you know.  You're all about love, Misa.  I'm not surprised."  To be seen as someone who loves, not someone who's less Asian was healing.  Someone knows me.

When I get dreamy and miss the Seventies and Eighties, I now know  this past weekend wasn't just a Duck homecoming but a real Coming Home.  I know now that I'm not remembering through rose colored glasses, I'm not waxing elegiac.  The Seventies and Eighties were  real.  Those were special days and, more important,  these special days are ahead of us.  We all feel it still.  We all are in love with those days.  It affected our whole lives.  It transformed us.  We tell each other, You Changed Me!  It kept us hopeful, idealistic, loving and unafraid.  It kept us a team.  Like Mike said, "we just picked up from where we were."    I've written your names, Friends of those beautiful times,  and I know there are more of you.  I miss you!  And we're going to do our darnedest to make the reunions happen again!!  Bring some love together!!

I'm not sad anymore because I know that whenever any group of us come together, even 30 years later,  there is enough love to keep us for a long time, just like that, as if no time had passed.  And that is enough.  That is all I can ask for.  I am blessed beyond measure!

Thank you, brothers and sisters AND APASU for some healing love.

Well, Martha just weighed in. " Hi Misa, just saw this and will reply. We are in Dubai right now and waiting to get on our NYC flight !!" and then "It is wonderful to get your and Misa's email. I am super excited to participate so count me in..We are currently in Dubai and tentatively scheduled to fly to NY if Sandy calms down enough to open the airport. I'm giving a speech to the Korean American foundation on Thursday and will be back in Seattle Sunday.Would love to talk with you and see what I can do to help. Thanks so much for the great idea for a reunion and excited to see the next generation in action!"

ONE HUNDRED PER CENT, YES!  We're all "in" for the adventure, and calling it fun, calling it family, calling it love, calling it rabble rousing in just three days of an incredible flurry of emails, from Seattle through Portland, then Eugene to LA, east to Montana and around the globe to Dubai.  Alan just wrote:  Whew...!  Finished reading.  Re the dates, ditto Mike... Re. the keynote speaker, I think it also depends on who we are talking about and what the goals and intent will be.  Possibly, someone who can tie things together and also be a segue to open the door to future strategies (we are thinking future, right?).  Some other thoughts .... Mike talked about a goal of uniting generations to learn from each other.  That is, with the experience learned over the last 40 years, it's almost criminal not to communicate certain lessons to the next crop of young leaders.  And when you tie that in with the natural loyalty all folks of our generation have with their respective alma mater (Ducks, Huskies, Bruins etc) other possibilities arise.  There are API alumni from the 60's & 70's throughout the west coast who I'm pretty sure feel the same way about their school, the way we all feel about Oregon .... Anyway, I can smell fun times ahead!   

I'm going to bed now having read Alan's last email to us: 
Unlike the Rightous Brothers ....  We've got that lovin' feelin' back!  

My heart feels so good, I got on my blog and cut all the hurt feelings out of this piece.  They're gone.  Those are the feelings in the past, waaaaay in the past, and I'm going to leave them there.  The present is Love -- more grey in the hair, but excited, always, open always, and united.












 

Hurricane Sandy Hits Cuba

My sister just Facebooked me about Hurricane Sandy.  The article says that it hit Santiago de Cuba with a force of a level 2 hurricane, 110 mph.  It referred to a death in one of the other Caribbean islands but no news on Cuba except where it hit.  Other than a short paragraph: 

"HAVANA — Hurricane Sandy, strengthening rapidly after crossing the warm Caribbean Sea, slammed into southeastern Cuba early Thursday with 110 mph winds that cut power, damaged homes and blew over trees across the city of Santiago de Cuba, we don't know much."

However, I know for sure that the rest of Cuba would probably have sent all the trucks in the country going that direction to move things out of homes which needed a safe place because with the blockade things like appliances are hard to replace, that the doctors made sure all 100 of their patients had enough medicines and some were put in hospitals which are built most safely, that all the school children living away, went home early making sure their rooms were ready for families, because schools are also safe buildings, that even small children have a task, and that the school children and others made sure that the dead branches were cut, sewers cleaned, that all was in preparedness, because they would have tracked this hurricane and not having to worry about the profits of the hotel business, and attending to their attitude, that the human being first, the people would have had enough advance notice to take care of things the best they could. The elders, the sick, the disabled, those pregnant, visitors and guests in homes would all have been accounted for so that they would be in the safest situation possible. But I am still concerned and will be praying for them.

But what will happen on the northern seaboard in the United States.  

One of the best things which can happen with the end of the blockade the US has put on Cuba is the flow of ideas -- one of which is HOW to prepare for surviving a Hurricane.  Or will capitalism be able to adopt such a model.

Rest in Peace Dear Jimmy Mirikitani

Master Artist and precious elder of the Tule Lake Pilgrimage, Jimmy Mirikitani, died Sunday, October 21, 2012, with his close friend, Director Linda Hattendorf closeby.  Linda was told by the elder Nisei ladies at Tule Lake "You're a good Japanese daughter," and she was and is.



I am one of the lucky ones to have met Jimmy at Tule Lake Pilgrimage the first three times he attended.  I missed the next two pilgrimages.  I am sad that I missed seeing Jimmy.  Please check out the website.  The link is on this blog.  I'll write more later.  Right now, we're all a little stunned.

Russell Means Tells America, Welcome to the Reservation

This is a profoundly interesting analysis of the current American situation, Reagan's policy to allow corporations usurp our individual rights, and turning all of American into a reservation where, as Means describes, there are no freedoms.  I am buying his book!  That being the case, then



certainly all Americans need to watch this, be able to see the belly of the beast, and join the ongoing resistance of the American Indians, as Russell Means prefers to be called.  I'm going to read his book Welcome to the Reservation.  Clearly it is a book written for the rest of America, and he is doing it out of the goodness of his heart for all the good people he met along the way, with the gift of wisdom gained while digging into the historical documents and learning the truly revolutionary spirit of those documents, and the part played by the tribes they met and were transformed by.  These are not documents written by monarchists but by a collective that glimpsed something better and were inspired by the possibilities of that glimpse -- the Iroquois Confederacy, the Narragansett, the Pequot, the Wampanoag, all the first nations people of the land.

APASU Roots

I was asked by APASU at UO campus to speak as a founding member of their organization on campus for their Wednesday Dinner before the Multicultural Alumni week for Homecoming.  Dedicated to John Beckwith with "You were right!  Everything is their fault!"

           For APASU's event before the Multicultural Alum Event, Gerlinger, 10/24/12

           Forty some years ago, I moved to Eugene.  It was the Year of the Rooster.  I was 24 and never so alone and  so alienated in my life.  Even on campus, I remember having whip lash whenever I sighted black hair.  No one like me.  Imagine this campus without anything, no OMAS, no MCC, no Diversity Vice Presidents, faculty, no Ethnic Studies and definitely no student unions. The year was 1969.  As the Winds of Change on the West Coast at San Francisco State and, on the East Coast, at Columbia U, with student strikes shutting down their campus for Ethnic Studies, for their histories, poets, writers to be included in the curriculum, for the right to have student unions, for the right to have staff of color, and when the concept Third World Peoples was first used and heard, we were on the verge of the same kind of change at the University of Oregon. 

            The UO was not going to mess with student strikes so in the summer of '69, I was able to sign up for a Black Literature class taught by a Columbia professor!!  He was not African American; however, he often encouraged the leadership of two African American students in his class.  Turning the class over to students was a first to me.  It was exciting!  I even remember the first insight one of the students gave us.  William Faulkner cannot write the Black Experience.  In Faulkner's books, Black characters only come alive when a White person is in the room. 

            It was not until fall of 1972, when I left teaching to pursue my Fifth Year certification, that I caught a small article in the newspaper which was to change everything for me.   A class called Asian American Experience was being offered and I signed up, excited to meet other Asians in this "city of people" where I was the only brown spot.  I loved the sound of it -- Asian American -- because that time was the first time, Asian American was used and heard by many of us -- when the idea that we have the right and the responsibility and the self-determination to decide for ourselves what we called ourselves, not oriental, not foreign, not "other " was powerful.   In naming ourselves, we left nothing at the door and we brought our ancestors' stories and our own poetry and songs on our backs into these ivory tower.  But I get ahead of myself because something else came first.

            The Asian American Experience class was taught by John Beckwith, Chinese American from the Seattle area, who is now a lawyer in Seattle -- who may even be a retired lawyer in Seattle.    That first day, there he stood in front of his motley crew of Asian students, jeans, white t-shirt, red bandana tied around his head pacing, wide gestures, huge voice.  We took notice!  San Francisco State Student Strike was in this room as far as we were concerned!! 

            John Beckwith's lectures were exciting.  His invitation to lively, high pitched, passionate argument was exciting.  We didn't read books, but every day there were  handouts pushing us to respond, rethink, remove brainwashed stereotyping,  hardly ever agreeing completely but completely engaged.   We wrote. Where there was a lack of material, we wrote the material.  During that hour and a half, twice a week, it was all about CREATING a movement.  We had to FIND our literature, UNEARTH our history, COMPOSE our own songs and bring the beat of the Taiko Drum to America.  When we did the first organizing, you know what I mean, we were cooking it, we were sharing, we were arguing, we were laughing a movement into shape in the homes of community people.   Community would drive to campus, pick up the students and head for the coast to spend the day at Strawberry Hill.   All the while we were talking about issues carried up and down I-5 from L.A. to British Columbia across to NYC -- reunification of Korea, the American war in Viet Nam from an Asian perspective, -- identity, always identity, Asian Men and Asian Women dynamics, and, of course, our two class projects.

            Our class project was to start two clubs -- one on campus and the other in the community.  For a decade, the two organizations were really just branches of the same.  On campus, we worked through the bureaucracy with the help of community to win our room, the Asian American Student Union, or AASU, and were crammed into a long narrow space resembling one of the alleys of the EMU Bowling Alley right next door.  Aren't we always crammed by some bowling alley?  We had the smallest room, but we did not have the least people.  The Community Group was called Asian American Community Group.  Very plain and inoffensive.   We still exist, but understandably we changed our name, now PACAlliance -- Pacific Asian Community Alliance and AASU has become APASU, Asian Pacific American Student Union.

            As a student union/community group unit, we were able to accomplish many things through the next decade.  Remember, we didn't really have a decent budget from IFC.  A lot of our activities were done in community homes.  My house became the motel for guests, and party site.  In those days, there was a steady stream of people going up and down I-5 carrying in backpacks, books and anthologies they wrote and published themselves,  stopping at  APASU's all along the way.  There was always an audience, food, a place to sleep and a party wherever you stopped.   Chris Iijima, Nobuko Miyamoto, Lawson Inada, Frank Chin, Janice Mirikitani,  Political Prisoners Movement, Free Cho Sul Lee Movement, Reparation and Redress Movement, The Tule Lake and Manzanar Pilgrimage organizers, Unity, an Asian American Socialist Organization, Seattle Taiko, the Noh Buddies musicians, "Chop Suey" the first Asian American Musical, Shasta Taiko, they all stopped in Eugene, hosted by APASU and in the homes of community members. 

            More than often we'd get a carful or two and head off for a pilgrimage, a conference, an Obon, a Filipino I-District pig barbecue, an opening, a rally and represent,  forming an I-5 family which lasts today.   Our first major conference attracted Asians from all over -- and they came to share their own projects.   We called the conference "A Tribute to John Okada" the first true authentic Asian American voice who died an unappreciated genius, resisting editors of publishing companies and their efforts to whitewash his novel,  No No Boy, an honest portrayal of the pain and betrayal of being Japanese American during WW2.    The Asian American Ethnic Pride Movement was alive and well in Eugene too, and the heart of it was APASU and the community group, now called PACAlliance

            Exciting as the AASU was, everyone will tell you the most transformational and the most treasured gift which came out of our Student Union in the late 60's through the 80's were the strong alliances -- make that friendships -- make that family -- we built across student union lines with BSU, NASU, MEChA and ourselves and the political movements of that time we were part of.  We were part of the Free South Africa Movement and everyone helped with Reparation and Redress.  We worked the pow wows, making sandwiches and lemonade for the drums, and NASU was there to help us host our traveling guests.  We supported the HEP program, and all of us ended up at the Longhouse over coffee, beading, and conversation.    We stood with NASU to support a Longhouse, the first in the nation, to be on a college campus.  We joined other student union women and LGBTQ for a parallel women's conference in support of Jan Oliver, First Black ASUO Student Body President who questioned why the UO Women's Conference appeared to be about White Heterosexual Feminism only.  Not everything was direct action.   In between lots of celebrations, pow wows, potlucks, parties.     We went to IFC meetings together, supporting each other, and you know how important that is to crowd the room.

            We changed the landscape of the university when we were here.  Some of us taught the first ethnic studies, although no credit was given in the beginning.  Together we unearthed those federal funds earmarked for students of color finding them buried in remediation classes and fought alongside our faculty allies to have them appropriately administered which began the Council for Minority Education, CME.  The CME had an Asian American as its first administrator, Gary Kim, who had led the charge in the first place.  The CME legacy is OMAS, MCC, and all the culturally relevant classes on campus.   The CME legacy is OMAS, MCC, and all the culturally relevant classes on campus.   Although gutted, enough of CME remains to make the difference between the campus we experienced, no recognizable point of entry or support to what Students of Color coming to this campus experience today.   I want you to know that from the beginning , APASU and APASU members were in  leadership positions in making this campus work for everyone so that you  understand that we belong in all parts of any diversity design on this campus today.

            These multicultural relationships still last today.   The skills we learned working together as well as the network of influence we now have all around the country with one another is the greatest gift gained at the UO.  It made me a better teacher.  I hear that same testimony from tribal leaders, judges, CEO's, community organizers, business people, artists -- that these multicultural networks and the work we did together, made us better and more successful than anything we gained at the University of Oregon.

            I support you APASU.  I am very proud of you for carrying on a great legacy.  Your work makes this campus safer and richer.  Granted, it may be a little different in terms of issues, the role you play in the history of movements, but what remains the same is that you contribute, you represent, and you endure.  APASU's historical roots is the message I leave with you tonight, and that is "We cannot do anything alone, and together, we can do anything we Dream."

Outside the Belly, Following the Sacred.

"Outside the Belly" blog is proud to present a photograph by Kayla Carpenter, Hoopa, a young leader and good friend.  I pushed some buttons just to see what would happen and my blog design completely disappeared with the Rakaia River of South Island, New Zealand.  So it was time to find another picture, and here was Kayla's ready to upload, permission and all.  I hope it's ok to use it for my blog because it carries a meaning with it.

Grandma Florence, Winnemem Wintu Chief and Spiritual Leader took us into her home, introduced us to all her sacred places and invited us:  The Winnemem Way of Life is a Hard Life but the Best Life in the World.  We found that to be true, refugees from an Empire, the Monster's Belly.  Now we have a good view of the belly, on the outside, tribal in an empire, federally unrecognized, a ceremonial life among secular and having to struggle for freedoms people take for granted to the point they don't even know the meaning of the "freedoms" they believe themselves to have.  Definitely the Winnemem take nothing for granted and the struggle is hard, and every victory sweet and shared.  Everything good ripples out.

So thank you Kayla, for the perfect picture for my blog.  Salmon spawning.  Salmon sacrificing their lives for Life.  At the end of its Life Cycle, everything grows from it.  The Chief says that scientists have found salmon DNA in the trees.  She says, "we need more salmon in the trees."

I cannot imagine a more important being for humans to follow, a being which knows both river and ocean, the being who lives its whole life to reproduce and to help everything to live, a being who struggles against all odds to do its sacred responsibilities.  The Chief talks about the great salmon who hurled themselves at the dam over and over and over again until they killed themselves just to go another 100 miles further.

I am once again reminded of the Cuban artist and school principal when we were conversing and joking about living in the Belly of the Beast, reminding us with encouragement, "But remember!  Jose Marti said, 'I have lived in the Monster and I have seen its belly!!' "  I named my blog with the insight of the great Cuban philosopher and revolutionary, and I write about my life as a grandchild of immigrants who have found her place outside the belly with my tribe, unrecognized and undefeated, the Winnemem Wintu. 

Expose the Dirty Secret

Peter DeFazio, populist and favorite Congressman of Oregon, broke from party ranks (Democrat) to join Republican (aka racist xenophoic) to vote for and pass the criminalizing of our borders, to the south that is.  I am still outraged by it.  My efforts have been puny.  In public places whenever the Congressman comes home to march in the Eugene Celebration Parade  "De Fazio!!  Immigration Justice!!!"  By this time, no one would know or care what I meant if I were to say something about building the wall between Mexico and the US and making a War Zone from our neighbors to the South.  He comes to speak, "De Fazio!!!  Immigrant Justice!!!"  I'd feel foolish the only voice shouting if I weren't so angry.

Here is a video which brings it ALL home.  Now, I plan to show this video whenever I have the chance, of the brave people of Maricopa County, AZ, who refuse to do nothing while the racist Sheriff Arpaio takes that piece of legislation De Fazio helped pass and wages violent illegal war on indigenous, undocumented and Latino citizens, men, women, and children.  Please watch this, and pass it on widely!!  There is no justice in the United States.  At some point, all the dirty national secrets must come out!!