It is very common to hear Chicanos say, “Well, yes, they say my grandmother was pure Indian, but no one knows what tribe.” Of course, because that rarely is spoken of. Children are told not to behave like indios. When raza gets drunk and carries on, the next day the people often say, almost a mixture of shame, laughter, and admiration, “The Indian in me came out.” Out of where? Out of hiding? Out of the closet? Out on a prison furlough? Out of isolation?
Inés Hérnandez-Ávila (Nimipu/Tejana)
(via fuckyeahxicanapower)
Source: astrojhon







