Do You Remember Your Childhood Dreams?
DO YOU REMEMBER your childhood dreams? What if you worked hard…went to college, studied…and then someone told you ‘You can’t make your dreams come true!’ What would you do?
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[updated link! easy to vote, we're 894 votes shy!!] And vote for the Dream Act at change.org.
Gracias.
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[...] to Nezua for the heads up on this video. [...]
Thanks for the post Nez!
hey now, aint we fighting for the same things, here?
no need to thank me. but i appreciate the gesture. peace!
word nez…but i too thank you anyway, and since you went to the effort so did i. i wouldn’t have gotten there w/o you.
one love
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wow. now it says only 10 votes to go!
no, actually, that’s a different number. you want to look further down the page, directly under that and in much smaller font.
i think that “10 more votes to go” has something to do with the user? i see it too. don’t understand. but it’s not the number i quoted. we’re sadly not far from that, a day later.
but i wonder if it constnatly shifts. if the votes are constantly being added to all categories, there’s some math happening as far as in what “place” it is, thus how many votes needed competing with other ideas/bills…
Hola. 1.) Cinco de Mayo is an Anti-Imperialist Celebration. Of course we all know that, but it seens to go by the wayside in the boozey fog generated by countless Chevy’s and other gringo establishments upping their take for the day. Hmm, maybe there is a market for Obama-Piñatas there. 2.) Do I remember my childhood dreams? I was Five years and two months old, and my nineteen year old uncle started harrassing and abusing me psychically ostensibly for running down the battery in his Model A, but I soon realised it was actually for not being “manly enough”. It continued for some seven months, unabated. I had only been taught to love and to respect my elders, and he took advantage of that. Keep in mind that abusers, unstopped, will escalate the punishment. Sure enough, soon he was demonising me to the family, publicly. It wasn’t only his closeted and paranoid condition, it was also the pressures of a southern Califas society which deprived us of education so that the citrus oligarchs, landowners and banks could have a large labor pool of illiterates to draw from. My first memorable dreams we’re sad ones: I was sitting up over a little boy, a close friend, who had been injured. Colonialism is a breeding ground for inhumanity and decivilization. Frantz Fanon brilliantly and effectively pointed out the seriously dehumanizing pathologies generated by a racially domineering and exploitive system. Bright and bi-lingual, I showed up at Casa Blanca Elementary’s second grade an excellent reader. I recall the fuss that the school principal/cacique and my teacher made over my abilities, which they would have never contributed to. They wanted me to read the narrative tto the racist anti-indigenous Thanksgiving play, where two little Puritan girls fretted endlessly about an Indian, who never appeared. Was he their “friend”, or not? It seems that the question was never resolved. Why was I a better reader than fifth or sixth graders? Because they were not taght to read, especially if dark-skinned, but encouraged to make a shoe-shine box, instead. Yes, I recall my childhood dreams, how could I not. My Casa Blanca is famous, popular and respected with southland cholos, for the varrio Viet vets who knocked a couple of war-surplus chota Cobra ‘copters out of the sky.