Reconsidering ‘Dia de la Raza’

It is true. Our society and culture is built among the memories we have of the past, those that bring us pride and recognition of whom we are, where our family comes from and where exactly our roots originate. ‘Dia de la Raza’ is no different.  This hemispheric holiday known in the United States as ‘Columbus Day’ is also celebrated in nine other countries of Latin- America, including Mexico. The holiday imagines the Americas as a multi – cultural territory of biologically, culturally and linguistically diverse peoples of indigenous, African and Spanish backgrounds post – arrival of Christopher Columbus in 1492. But the holiday is nothing but a mere imagination of a colonial multicultural society.

(Mexican Institute for the Betterment of the Race by Jesús Benítez)

By referring and remembering the arrival of Columbus into the already humanly and non – humanly inhabited ‘new’ continent as ‘Dia de La Raza’, we place the ancestral and historical birth of Latinas/os at the arrival of an Italian man that in fact did not discover anything, had no idea where exactly he was sailing too and caused the death of millions of indigenous people of the new continent. Are we progressives irrational enough to believe we were born out of the ashes of crossed – burnt Tainos, massacred Aztecs or displaced Apaches? La Raza or ‘the race’ was never, and it would never be an unbiased, respectful and progressive term to celebrate our continental diverse heritages, identities and traditions.

Our current celebration of Dia de la Raza its a mere reflection of how historical multicultural violences, anti – diversity policies and ‘nazism’ politics have influenced our ways to describe our cultural and racial  heritage.

(Dear gentleman of the ethnic minorities)

In 1925, Mexican philosopher and secretary of education Jose Vanscocelos published his famous essay ‘La Raza Cosmica’ (The Cosmic Race) under the premises that the Mexican people were entering a new civilization, a ‘fifth race’ or a Universópolis. Philosophically, Vasconcelo believed that differentiated cultures or peoples such as indigenous, African Mexicans, and traditional rural communities were to be immediately incorporated in the mainstream society, the Mexican mestizo society, the fifth race or  as we call it now, la raza. It was then, that the legacy of erasure and obliteration of millions of self- identified indigenous and African descended peoples began. The population of indigenous communities throughout Mexico rapidly declined, not substantially in biological terms but in political ones. Vasconcelo reshaped the education curriculum opposing indigenous language and culture instruction, and several cases of violence emerged for those that continued teaching their language to their children. Thousands of urban teachers were sent to rural communities to instruct children on Mexican nationalism, patriotism, language and the new ‘raza’ ideology. This program continued in Mexico for over twenty years reducing the self – identified indigenous populations in more than half  and welcoming the new era of indigenous language speakers as pure blood people and non- language speakers (due to the vascocelismo movement) as mestizos.

(Jose Vasconcelos – 1930′s)

Once again, I must reiterate that our identities are highly politicized and subjected by those that can shape domestic and international power. Wonder why you are so attached to the idea, or concept of being a proud ‘Mexican’?

In my real – life examination of the issue, I encountered the white supremacist critique of ‘La Raza’, or the race as they decided to translate it. At first, I was reluctant to their critique that Latinas/os, especially Mexican Americans and Chicanos were using the term ‘La Raza’ to emphasize their superiority as Mexicans over other so called ‘races.’ But I must admit, they are precisely right. Mexicanism is mestizaje. The idea that mixed people, whether practically true or not, are superior and ‘cosmic’ as opposed to those that are not raza. This is in whichever terms you decide to place it, a tremendous racial bias. Being said this; it is obvious that our employment of the term raza is grounded on the suffering of indigenous struggles to preserve their culture and the African long time effort to be recognized as part of the Mexican state.

Dia de La Raza celebration is the reminder that Vasconcelo’s ideologies continue to base our blurred view of who we are and where we come from. It is a reminder to all indigenous communities that we are biologically, culturally and linguistically inferior because we continue to identify as indigenous. It is a reminder to all African descendant people that unless they do not become part of the mestizo process, they cease to exist as who they are.

 

We must move forward and we must let our horrific past rest forever. It is the time to recognize a Diverse Peoples Day or better, an Indigenous Peoples Day, a recognition across Africa to the Americas. A day to remember, to celebrate our survival and to continue the movement for respect in our cultures, families, communities and ourselves. 

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A Letter to NAI (Native American and Indigenous) Longhorns

Dear Native American and Indigenous UT Students,

As I contemplated my prep-exam books for law school in a small library of northern California, sudden images appeared in front of my eyes obligating me to discontinue the studying process. The sounds of my grandparent’s gallos (chickens) reminded of my childhood surrounded by feathers awakening at the bird’s penetrating melodies. I remembered my family’s annual pitaya (dragon fruit) pickup at the insides of the Big Bend, the land few people have had the opportunity to see. I clearly listened to my uncle’s humming sounds: ‘ahoo’ ahoo’ ahoo’, aho my little boy, tu eres el futuro, tu eres el sol…ahoo’ ahoo’ ahoo aho my little girl always walk with pride and fervor, wherever you want to go. Never forget your abuelitos, or what they taught you, never forget who you are or where you come from, ahoo’ ahoo’ ahoo.’

As I began a different cycle as an UT alumni struggling to make sense of my educational, social and financial reality at a 21st century economic crisis, I realize how important it is prevent anything or anyone from erasing our collective memory and struggle. It is through that memory that we construct that inspiration to not give up, but continue trying and evolving. It is at this time when we as individuals, together with the many generations before us, come out of the colonial shadows through our efforts and our collective work. We have an immense responsibility, and thus a conspicuous mission, to eradicate the ideas, stereotypes and politics that continues to position us as ‘extinct’, ‘biologically impure’ and ‘culturally backwards/inept.’ We must never forget that our subjective colonial past and our powerlessness to know the many histories of our own nations, tribes, bands and villages is not our fault. It has never been our fault, and it will never be our fault.

 NAI sisters and brothers, I am also too familiar with the pain, anxiety and stress one has to through in order to be able to firmly and concretely answer YES to the too common hurtful question: Are you really an Indian?You must always remember: you define your own identity and you pay respect to your ancestors whom died for us to be here by unapologetically saying: yes I am native.

Never allow any student, faculty, or organization to diminutively ignore you, erase you or take your dignity away. Be strong, be firm, and be you because through our actions we represent every corner of this continent and the world. Through our voices we continue a tradition of healing oral history and peace. Respect those that cannot understand you, be patient, and be kind, because they too have ancestors to pay respect too.

Remember that your leadership work goes beyond your individual success. When you organize with and for indigenous communities, individual success comes last.  If individual success its your most cardinal motivation, then let it be. The red road will show you how that can never be. It is that collectivity that has maintained our communities alive and flourishing for over five hundred years, it is the way we function and survive, respect it my siblings.

As native people we are constantly having to mystify our identity, and of course show the kind of Native American governmental card we are able to obtain. Never allow a card to define your roots or your ancestral responsibility, it is simply a card.Your pride comes from your foremothers and forefathers, not from a governmental institution. Appreciate and learn how to understand the state system, the respect and sacrifice we give to our colonial government will one day makes us free. One day, not too far from now, autonomy will be our means of social activist and community organizing.

Remember one thing: unity and solidarity always, division or envy, never.  Remind yourself that it was division what made us fight between each over our own sacred lands. Think for a second, who owns that land now? Not the apaches, not the comanches, not the the jumano or coahuilteco, not any of our family. Always become a friend, never an enemy, and do everything free and pure of violence and hate. Never unfairly judge our white native, Latina/o indigenous, black and immigrant siblings, they are one of us with beautiful skin colors that go beyond constructions of race, each person can help one another heal and learn.

NAI students: remember that this is the time, no tomorrow, and not in ten years, our time is today. There are many lost native students needing to find support and inspiration to continue this legacy of cultural peace, dignity and justice. Our struggle is that of firmly maintaining what the colonizer wanted to destroy: our culture and our own ways, without that we as people cease to exist. That means that our work goes beyond diversity and social justice. Our work consists on knowing that every pain the earth suffers, we suffer. For every native woman sexually abused, we suffer.  For every native youth that commits suicide, we suffer. For every Latina/o indigenous immigrant child that loses her/his indigenous pristine language, we suffer. For every river that gets polluted, we suffer. For each black native that gets unfairly treated by colonial tribal governments, we suffer. Having the privilege to belong this land makes us also responsible for it, in its full totality. You are who you are, you are what your body feels, you are whom you remember, and you are your own skin and your own story, that is it.

 Be brave, be fearless and always do it with love. That is my most definitive advice.

Mahk Jchi by Ulali

Mahk Jchi tahm booee yahm pigihdee
Mahk Jchi tahm booee kahn spehwah ehbi:]
Mahmpi wah hoka yi nonk, tah hond tahni kihyee tiyee
Ghee weh meh yee-tiyee, Nanka yaht yah mooniyeh wahjhiseh

(English translation)

Our hearts are full and our minds are good
Our ancestors come and give us strength
Stand tall, sing, dance and never forget who you are
Or where you come from

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