Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Why my Mexican grandparents were more "American" than Donald Trump (and his ilk).

Why my Mexican grandparents were more "American" than Donald Trump (and his ilk).

1) My grandparents lived and built their American dream. Unlike Trump, who inherited wealth and privilege, they knew the value of work beyond a line item. In a new land, they moved themselves from fieldworkers and seamstresses to business people and homeowners. They were pioneers who adapted to their new country with humility and optimism. 

2) My grandparents invested in people. They ensured that their children received a quality education and supported their extended family, community and church. When Trump talks about investment he refers only to a financial world of winners and losers. Bankruptcy and job loss are simply costs of doing business.  America fails to properly invest in its people at its great peril. 

3) My grandmothers were grateful for the opportunities this country provided them. Both became U.S. citizens at an advanced age. After they blessed us with “Dios Lo Bendiga”, they would add “God Bless America”. The staggering sense of entitlement and shortsightedness that pollutes our society is disgraceful and dangerous. Without a sense of our history of progress, gratitude for our good fortune, and sense of collective responsibility our society will slide into increasing fear and hopelessness. A powerful country overrun by fear is a recipe for tragedy of global proportions. 

Work hard, invest in people and be grateful. 

Friday, July 3, 2015

Tradition and Independence

Mexico has a long tragic history of its folk culture being manipulated and its folk artists controlled by people who benefit from division.

These people and institutions create hierarchies of purity and wave banners and arguments about patriotism or revolution, religion or anti-religion, etc.

These cynical and destructive campaigns to control artists and culture play out here among Mexican Americans as well. Arguments about birthright, appropriation, colonialism and purity are flung around. 

But these efforts are power grabs disguised as causes to promote a select few. They are based on a false understanding of folk music and do a great disservice because they inhibit creativity and open collaboration by instilling fear and division.

We must not allow human expression to be controlled. Expression is an essential human right. We all carry cultural traditions within and they are ours to cultivate. And even if we cultivate them chueco - then so be it. Diversity of expression strengthens us. And our traditions are strong enough to survive and thrive regardless.

For those who claim to protect the integrity or purity of our traditions I say that in the end it is the pueblo that decides what thrives and what does not. That is the way it has always been.

Mexico’s campesinos have suffered 500 years at the hands of people and institutions who have tried to control their voices. It is time for us, the children and grandchildren of Mexico’s working people, to set ourselves free and fight for our independence of expression.

Tradition is a doorway, not a wall.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Taco Day at the Museum

In an era when Mexican Americans are embarrassingly underrepresented in the field of arts and culture, Los Cenzontles has thrived for twenty five years – doing quality, groundbreaking pedagogical work, roots reviving, cross cultural collaborations, media creation etc - all planned and executed by our homegrown young artists, educators, producers and administrators. 

The young people who do the work at Los Cenzontles are from a neighborhood like many others in California and around the country – working class communities that are subjected to substandard education and plagued by low expectations. But in spite of the disadvantages, our young leaders are doing nationally recognized work because of the rigorous training and support they receive at Los Cenzontles made possible by a different kind of vision - a vision of shared ownership and responsibility - with the support of enlightened supporters who help us survive a piecemeal, fickle funding environment. 

When I was a kid in the 1960’s and 70’s there was barely any Mexican American representation on television or in films. When society became a bit more aware of the need for more cultural representation, many schools, businesses, government offices and organizations responded by instituting cultural awareness days that consisted of the cafeteria featuring ethnic food. Taco day. The later rise of multi-culturalism allowed us to make some headway toward visibility but almost always we were relegated to narrow and prescribed roles – stereotypical bit parts in someone else’s narrative.
Meaningful representation requires that we include people who actually represent American demographics in all levels of decision making and execution. But what we see in the arts, culture and entertainment (including news) sectors is a thin veneer.

Too little meaningful investment is made into working class communities - the same communities who have contributed so much to American cultural heritage in the first place. And often, when working class culture is integrated into educational curriculum the pedagogy is radically changed to accommodate ‘mainstream’ (read middle class) audiences. This usually changes the aesthetic and meaning of the art forms, rendering them unrecognizable to the communities that created them.

Every day at our cultural arts academy, the members of our  team professionally engage in intensive cultural work: cultivating a vibrant learning environment; teaching community children; training teens; rehearsing; composing and choreographing; researching and adapting traditional pedagogy and practice; producing, shooting and editing CDs and videos; performing; touring; organizing events and much, much more. It is at this sustained level of detail that cultural arts work bears fruit. Cultural arts engagement develops skills of critical thinking, expression, resilience, problem solving, teamwork and leadership in our children that prepare them to engage with and contribute to a vibrant democratic society.
But somehow our society has decided that these skills are to be cultivated mainly in privileged communities.  Arts education in working class communities is, at best, inconsistent, remedial and considered an unnecessary luxury. This in spite of the fact that America's cultural heritage has come largely from working class and immigrant communities - contributions that are sometimes acknowledged in words but barely reciprocated through proportionate resource investment.
So, why is the Los Cenzontles example more than a inspiring but aberrant success story in a beleaguered community? Because these young people belong to one of the fastest growing demographics in the nation that already comprises the majorities in many American cities. These first and second generation working class Americans are our future consumers, tax payers and voters. Los Cenzontles has proven, time and time again, that these young people are capable of, and hungry for, creative excellence and rise to the challenge of sharing their values and vision with our larger society. This is what a democracy is, after all. We neglect to properly education such a huge segment of our population at society's peril. 

So, what will it take to activate the untapped talent of our working class communities? It will take real representation, not tokenism; real conversations, not slogans; and real partners who actively address the opportunities and challenges from a position of mutual benefit. It requires that we as a society recognize that all American young people require a complete education, including arts and culture, to fully inform and renew America's ever-evolving identity and innovative spirit.

Taco day at the museum will not suffice.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Dreamer

I wrote this song with Jackson Browne about the Dreamers, the young people whose futures are stuck in limbo because of their immigration status. Many in America see immigration as a simple issue of law and order. They say these young people must face the consequences of their parents’ choices, and must not be allowed to live and dream here, in what is often the only land they know. 

But “law and order” is far from simple.

People migrate in response to economic and political conditions far bigger than themselves. Global economic trends, government corruption, political intransigence and misplaced ideology are all at play. And there is a great amount of money at stake.

Yet the immigrants, the most vulnerable pieces of this enormous puzzle, are condemned as the transgressors – the “illegals.” No one brands corporations, politicians, small businesses and homeowners as “illegal” for perpetuating and profiting from undocumented labor.  The immigrants themselves are the scapegoats in an unjust system with no shortage of the complicit. 

This is because they are perceived, wrongly, as “the other.”

At Los Cenzontles Cultural Academy in San Pablo, Calif., we have witnessed beautiful, motivated American children, our students, forced to return to Mexico because a hard-working mother or father was deported.  We know talented, committed, culturally American young adults whose vast potential is cut short because as small children they arrived to the United States without papers.  In any other time, these young people would be deemed ideal American youth.

They are not the other. They are us. 

The Dreamer

Just a child when she crossed the border
To reunite with her father
Who traveled north to support her
So many years before

Left half her family behind her
A crucifix to remind her
She pledged allegiance to this land
And does the best that she can do

A donde van los sueños (Where do the dreams go)
Nacidos de la fe y la ilusión (Born of faith and hope)
Donde no hay camino ni huella (Where there is no road nor footprint)
Solo deseos en el corazón (Only desires of the heart)

Eagles fly up on columns of the wind
Fish swim currents of the sea
So people's lives glide through rivers of their dreams
In their desire to be free

Today she just got the order
They're taking steps to deport her
Her heart is trembling with the fear
That she can't make it anymore

We dam the waters around us
Pollute the air that surrounds us
But the walls we build between us
Cement the walls within our hearts

A donde van los sueños (Where do the dreams go)
Nacidos de la fe y la ilusión (Born of faith and hope)
Donde no hay camino ni huella (Where there is no road nor footprint)
Solo deseos en el corazón (Only desires of the heart)