I guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.
Raquel CepedaTags: identity race racism hispanic hispanic-american latina latina-american latino-american race-as-concept racial-ambiguity
Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?
Raquel CepedaTags: identity america race political racism-in-the-west hispanic hispanic-american latina-american latino-american racial-ambiguity hyphenated-identities
I hated seeing these spasmodic upside-down chicken heads stretching to puncture my flesh. I imagined once that they reached my groin and pecked out my penis and my huevos and kept pecking until they got to my gut and my eyes and my brain, until I was just a pecked-out piece of human meat surrounded by thousands of nervous, dirty white chickens. I think that was about the time I fucked up a pair of chicken heads against a warehouse wall when no one was looking. Well, almost no one. Rueben was right behind me, and that's when he grinned his stupid grin. Maybe he hated the chickens as much as I did. Maybe he just knew que ya me iba también a la chingada. Maybe I was going on my first joy ride to hell and back, and it was fun to watch.
Sergio TroncosoTags: stories short-stories family-relationships immigrants texas chicano latino immigrant-fiction short-story-collection immigrant-experience hispanic-american hispanic-identity sergio-troncoso el-paso-texas
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