A place built on autonomy, where privileged people and colonized people dis- program ourselves to built a better society and a sustanible community.


cayley - Posted on 04 November 2010

Author: 
Muteado Silencio

 

English follows...

Yo, Muteado Silencio, me considero un indigena de lo que es ahora Michoacan
Mexico, pero en un momento la tribu purepecha rondaba esas tierras. En estos momentos soy un inmigrante que fue desplazado con su familia del estado de Michoacan por el capitalismo, como NAFTA, CAFTA, por la falta de trabajo en Michoacan y porque mi madre sufria de violencia domestica.

Mi espiritu revolucionario no se lo debo a un libro o una institucion que me
enseño a pensar, si no al coyote que conocien el monte y a la gente que carga con su
propio morral, y a la hora de la hora soy conciente que la gente que va a luchar es la gente que no tiene nada que perder y no le teme a la muerte...

Por estas razones tuvimos que cruzar la frontera a Los Estados Unidos para huir de nuestras opresiones.

Cuando llegamos era muy dificil para mi en la escuela donde iba en mi clase casinadien hablaba en ingles y los que hablaban español no me querian hablar por verguenza que los otros niños tambien les hicieran burla. Al final de poco a poquito aprendi.

Cuando entre a la middle school fue dificil por que yo vivia en un barrio donde habia muchas pandillas, siempre estaba pasando algo. Una vez en esa escuela hubo una pelea entre Latinos y Afroamericanos yo no participe, porque tenia amigos en las dos pandillas. En otra occasion veniamos de salir de la escuela un grupo de amigos y en enfrente venia otro grupo de gente que sabiamos que heran padilleros, en eso dos carros separon cerca del grupo que ba enfrente y los empiezan a golpear yo alcanze aver como una de las personas le quebra una botella en la cabeza a unos de los del grupo de enfrente. La cosas se estaban poniendo peligrosas.

En otra occasion veniamos de una conferecia de diferentes escuelas publicas
sobre no ser parte de pandillas, cuando veniamos de regreso a nuestra casa yo
mi hermana y mi sobrino veniamos platicando, cuando de repente ami me dieron
un golpe la cara y me tunbaron, mi sobrino empezo a peliar con ellos, pero los
padilleros corrieron al otro lado de la carretera, donde habia otro grupo de cholos en una van Dodge cuando veimos esto empezamos a corer pidiendo ayuda. Corrimos por la calle y nos metimos a casa que estaban vacias, el miedo de saber que no venian persiguiendo un grupo de cholos, en eso en una esquina como un angel de la guardia una señora se paro para ofrecernos ayuda, nos subimos al carro de la señora venia con sus hijos y nos dio un ride ala casa.

Asi llegue a Skyline una escuela en las montañas de Oakland, la escuela estaba
bonita, de vez en cuando habia peleas, y ami sorpresa tambien habia pandillas,
aunque eso fue lo de menos.

“Los Indigenas heran unos salvajes y los Europeos les trajimos Civilizacion”

Mi maestra de Historia decia, de su boca salia, me acuerdo las descusiones, cuando
levantaba mi mano para dar una opinion sobre como los Indigenas de las Americas
tenian civilizaciones antes que los colonizadores llegaran, y miraba su cara de odio
contra mi, muchas veces me saco de la clase por opinar estas cosas o me mandaba
ala oficina.

Esto paso mas de una vez, en la clase de historia nunca agarre mas arriba que
una D-, y celebraba porque no hera una F, esto queria decir que podria jugar en
el equipo de futbol, que hera lo unico que me importaba de la escuela oh y las
muchachas.

As me sacaron de la escuela, y porque cumpli 18 años en grado 12th y me dijieron
que tenia que terminar mis creditos en una escuela de adultos. Estaba cansado de
las escuelas y de que todo el mundo me dijiera que hacer asi que no regrese ala
escuela por el truma durante mis años escolares.

Vengo de una familia, una comunidad, pueblo y identidad todos quebradas.  Cuando pienso en Homefulness pienso en familia, comunidad, un pueblo fuerte.  Un lugar en donde sabemos quienes somos y adonde vamos, una cosa que yo tambien me pregunto.

Comparo Homefulness a Chiapas, Bolivia, Poor Magazine, Gente Indigena,
gente de color, multi-generacion, multi- origen etnico, autonomia, sin jerarquia accountable rendicion de cuentas uno mismo, horizontales, un lugar en donde puedes ser tu mismo, un lugar comunal en donde todos trabajen y comparten con igualidad dependiendo en la
capacidad.

Ingles sigue...

I Muteado Silencio consider myself and indigenous person to what is now Michoacan, Mexico.  At one point the Michoacan peoples haunted these lands.  In these moments I am an immigrant that was displaced with his family from Michoacan because of Capitalism, like NAFTA and CAFTA, and because of lack of jobs in Michoacan and lastly because my mother was suffering due to domestic violence.

My revolutionary spirit I do not owe to a book or an institution that taught me to think, rather a coyote that I met on the mountain and the people that walked carrying their own bags, and in the hour of the hour I and concious that the people that are going to fight are the ones that don't have anything to lose and that don't fear death.

For these reasons we had to cross the border to the United States, to run from our oppressions.

When we arrive I had a very difficult time in school because english was mainly spoken in class and the kids that spoke spanish didn't want to talk to me because they were embarrassed that other kids would make fun of them too.  In the end little by little I learned.

When I entered middle school it was also difficult for me because I lived in a neighborhood where there were a lot of gangs, I was always passing something.  One time in that school there was fight between the Latinos and the African Americans, I didn't participate because I had friends in both of the gangs.
Another time a group of us friends were getting out of school and right in front came walking another groups of kids that we knew to be gangsters.  Two cars pulled up in front of the group of kids and they started to beat them up.  I watched as a bottle was broken over someone's head.  Things were getting worse.

On an another occasion, we went to a conference with other public schools as a group that were not in gangs.  When we got home I was talking with my sister and cousin when some gangsters came up and hit me in the face and they knocked me down. My cousin started fighting back but they ran across the street where another group of cholos where waiting in a van. When we saw this we ran to call for help.  We ran through the streets and into a home that was vacant.  Once we were sure that they weren't following us we crept out and on the corner we were met with an guardian angel, a woman that stopped to offer us help. We got in her car with her kids and she gave us a ride home.

I then went to Skyline, a school in the Oakland hills.  The school was beautiful, and once in a while there were fights and to my surprise there were gangs but these were very minimal.

"The Indigenous were savages and the Europeans brought them civilization"

My history teacher said this, these words came out of her mouth. I remember the conversations when I raised my hand to give my opinion about the Indigenous peoples of the Americas.  I talked about how they had civilizations before the colonizers came.  I looked at my teacher face and the hate that she had for me, a lot of times I was sent to the office for voice my opinion about these topics.

This happened more than once and in History class I never got more than a D- and I celebrated because it wasn't an F, this meant that I could still be on the soccer team, the only thing that was important to me at school, oh and the girls.

That is how I was taken out of school and that I was 18 and in the 12th grade and they told me that I had to finish my credits at a adult school.  I was tired of school where the whole world was telling me what to do. One reason I never went back was because of all the trauma that I experienced.

I come from a broken family, community, village, and identity.  When I think about
homefullness I think about Family, Community, a strong Village, and knowing who
we are and where we going, which I ask my self sometimes.

Homefullness I compare to Chiapas, Bolivia, Poor Magazine, Gente Indigena,
people of color, Multi-generational, Multi- ethnicity, Autonomy, Non- hierarchy,
self accountablility, Horizontal, a place where you can be yourself without fronting,
a communal place where we all work and share equally, depending on your
ability...fairness.

A place built on autonomy, where privileged people and colonized people dis-
program ourselves to built a better society and a sustanible community.

A place built on autonomy, where privileged people and colonized people dis-
program ourselves to built a better society and a sustanible community.

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