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I stepped in it, like for real

glassI loved my turquoise sandals. I mean LOVED. I wore them all the time. Even when it was cold out. Until last week. I parked in an underground parking structure on Hollywood Boulevard while on my way to do some much needed retail therapy. I stepped out of my car and BOOM.  I stepped into a soft mound of….. FUCKING HUMAN FECES. I looked down and I saw it as well as some tissue I presume was used to clean someone’s hind-parts. My heart raced out of my chest and I wanted to scream so loud but I stood there and hyperventilated for at least one minute standing super-still hoping I had just imagined it. How the fuck could this happen? This can’t be real. Human feces? My favorite fucking sandals, RUINED. I tried to scrape it off on the concrete but they were so far gone. It then came down to decision time, what the fuck was I going to do… So…

I walked to the other side of my car, took the sandals off and got into my car barefoot. I abandoned my babies. I wanted to kill someone but I got it together. Drove to the other side of the garage. Put on shoes I had in the backseat, went shopping and kept it moving. I will tell you this though: If I EVER, EVER go to Hollywood & Western and see someone walking around in my sandals, someone is getting BOXED!

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Afro-Latinos Exist! (and other Latino Tales)

“Afro-Latinos are not half Latino and half Black. They are both fully Black and fully Latino.”- Jameelah Xochitl Medina

Being una Latinegra never really took on much meaning for me until I left my small town of Providence, RI. At home people always spoke to me in Spanish como nada. I clearly look like I am from the African Diaspora and that was never an issue…

 

After reading Afro-dectomies and other Hollywood Secrets, I was in no way shocked or taken aback. Although the blog post has been taken down after a cease and desist letter, you can read more about it HERE. Author Alisa Valdes, writer of The Dirty Girls Social Club, blogged about having her book turned into a tv show and being disappointed when finding out her characters would be “white-washed.” After reading how Alisa was reassured that her vision would not be destroyed:

“She assured me that as a Latina, Luisa “gets it”

I knew it could only go down hill from there. Those words me cayó como bomba.  It certainly reminded me very much about feeling invisible and my experiences with it.

I have spent most of my adult life here in Washington, DC. I moved here after undergrad and joined many social groups and the biggest being a Latino Professional Meetup. Slowly I began to see that I wasn’t one of “them”. At many of these networking functions, I was looked upon as a novelty: la morena que habla español. Many if not most of the members were fair skinned Latinos or “indigenous” looking. I remember being part conversations spoken in Spanish and then when I was turned to it automatically went to English or some mezcla of hip-hop-jiveturkey-English that they must have heard on television, “Ey ledy, wassup?” So surprised about Alisa’s new show?… Not so much.

Black and Latino are not mutually exclusive. What happened to Alisa was perpetrated by a Latina and for Hollywood… Are we surprised? Are we not entertained?  Some of our own people cannot see Black as part of the Latino equation. Although Hollywood plays a major part in Alisa’s ordeal, it begs a larger conversation:  How do we see ourselves and our people?  I believe as Latinos, we must take inventory on how we deal with our own issues concerning race and the African Diaspora as well. I look forward to seeing how this plays out but in the end….

…guess what? I am Dominican and Puerto Rican and I am brown and I have coarse hair and high cheek bones and “African” features… I still can make a mean-ass pernil y arroz con habichuela… I exist. We exist. Hollywood can’t erase that. Deal with it.