Last night, I came across a nugget of history that will hopefully make everyone smile on this stressful today.
El Salvador, like so many places, has a rich indigenous history. Panchimalco, an indigenous community south of the capital, was known for a curious custom...
In the early 1900s, nativos here believed that the eleventh day following the start of a full moon was the best day to make healthy, strong babies. (Any day before this day would produce "cowardly men")
So each day, on this special day, at around 9 o'clock at night, indigenous leaders walked through the village with a drum, proudly shouting:
"Now is the time to conceive, gentlemen!"
From the huts, the couples then responded:
"We're working on it!"
For the next 8 days, sexual relations were encouraged.
Then, they were strictly prohibited. It was illegal, actually.
Anyone who broke the law was immediately busted because the thatched roofs of their huts shook during the act 😂
Story from the book "To Rise in Darkness" by Jeffrey Gould and Aldo A. Lauria-Santiago.
It’s laughable that in 2020, this country still needs to be reminded, Sesame Street style, that Latinos are not a monolith & the Latino vote is a mirage. This misconception comes from how little u bother knowing us, how superficially u cover us & how absent we are in newsrooms.
Off the top of my head, here's just a few reasons why "the Latinos" can fall all over the political spectrum on just about any given topic:
1) Geography. There's endless political differences between Cubanos, Mexicanos, Argentinos, Dominicanos, Central Americans, etc.
2) Religion. We've got a ton of Catholics, but our connection to God/ church / spirituality is complicated depending on our guilt levels, how hardcore our moms were growing up, generational shifts, political views like gay rights/abortion, etc.
The U.S. left vast numbers of migrant children in custody far longer than previously known, living out a chunk of their childhoods in a government shelter system that’s at best ill-equipped to raise them & at worst a factory of abuse & trauma. latimes.com/world-nation/s…
A 17-year-old from Honduras spent a good part of her childhood, living in refugee shelters & foster homes in Oregon, Massachusetts, Florida, Texas & New York — inexplicably kept apart from the grandmother and aunts who had raised her.
Cut off from contact with her family, she’s begun to self-harm & was prescribed a cocktail of powerful psychotropic medications. She hadn’t been taught English or learned to read or acquired basic life skills such as cooking. She hadn’t been hugged in years. @aurabogado@iff_or
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This is Julio Urías with his dad. The now 24-year-old Mexican pitcher finished the job and brought L.A. a World Series Dodgers win after nearly 32 years.
As a kid, Julio has a bad left eye but a thunderbolt left arm. He stepped into his first baseball league in Culiacan, Mexico, when he was five years old. google.com/amp/s/syndicat…
Urías’s bad left eye was caused by a benign tumor that has been with him since birth.
He underwent three surgeries by the time he was two. As he grew, the swelling sort of molded to his bone structure around the eye. People were not sure if Urías could see out of it.
Due in large part to U.S. intrusion, I was separated from my mom at age 2. By the time I met her at age 5, she was a stranger to me. Every day, since then, our relationship has suffered deeply, painfully due to our time apart. What these families have endured is utterly inhumane.
The headlines come & go, but people need to know this kind of trauma lasts a lifetime. To have a parent with you one day, gone the next, is the worst kind of mind game for a child. No matter what adults tell you, you blame yourself. You never feel whole.
For us in El Salvador, the 1980s were a nightmare. The U.S. spent billions funding a brutal war that took away just about everyone I knew before the age of 3. My mom managed to escape north by foot, but she had to leave me behind. That moment shaped everything about us.
“I’m Native-Mexican. I’ve always embraced both sides of my dad’s heritage, my mom’s heritage. Cholo all the way. I live it. I love it. It don’t matter. They can label me, whatever they want, but I’ll live it.” latimes.com/entertainment-…
He lives in his native Idaho and works at a potato warehouse 🥔
His dad is of Mexican descent and his mom hails from the Northern Arapaho tribe in Wyoming.