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Again to the grape-boycott demonstrations in entrance of the Berkeley Safeway. and that i suggest the 1st grape strike. “I idea I’d provide Texas a yr possibly. no less than that. It can’t be that undesirable. ” “A year!!! Lupe, are you loopy? They nonetheless lynch Meskins down there. Everybody’s bought chain saws and gun racks and pickups and accomplice flags. Aren’t you scared? ” “Girlfriend, you watch too many John Wayne video clips. ” to inform the reality, Texas did scare the hell out of me. All I knew approximately Texas used to be it used to be sizeable. It used to be scorching. And it was once undesirable. further to this was once my mama’s time period teja-NO-te for tejano, that's type of like “Texcessive,” in a redneck form of manner. “It used to be a kind of teja-NO-tes that all started it,” Mama may say. “You know the way they're. regularly trying to find a struggle. ” I’d stated sure to an artwork director’s task at a group cultural heart in San Antonio. Eduardo and that i had cut up. For sturdy. C’est finis. finish of the line, blood brother. Adiós y suerte. San Francisco is simply too small a city to head round dragging your three-legged center. Café Pícaro was once off limits since it used to be Eddie’s favourite. i ended frequenting the Café Bohème too. neglected numerous strong openings at l. a. Galería. no longer simply because i used to be scared of working into Eddie, yet simply because i used to be afraid of confronting “la otra. ” My nemesis, in different phrases. A monetary advisor for Merrill Lynch. A blonde. Eddie, who I’d supported with waitress jobs that summer time we have been either suffering to pay our faculty loans and the lease on that tiny residence on Balmy—big sufficient once we have been in love, yet too small while love used to be scarce. Eddie, who I met the 12 months prior to i began educating on the group collage, the 12 months after he gave up group organizing and labored part-time as a paralegal. Eddie, who taught me the best way to salsa, who lectured me evening and day approximately human rights in Guatemala, El Salvador, Chile, Argentina, South Africa, yet by no means acknowledged a notice in regards to the rights of Blacks in Oakland, the youngsters of the Tenderloin, the ladies who shared his mattress. Eduardo. My Eddie. That Eddie. With a blonde. He didn’t also have the decency to select a lady of colour. A month hadn’t handed seeing that I unpacked the van, yet I’d already confident myself San Antonio used to be a mistake. I couldn’t know the way any Spanish priest in his correct brain determined to sit down correct down in the course of nowhere and construct a undertaking with out huge physique of water for miles. I’d continually lived close to the sea. I felt landlocked and dusty. mild so white it left me dizzy, solar bleached as an onion. within the Bay, each time I obtained depressed, I continuously drove out to Ocean seashore. simply to sit down. And, I don’t understand, anything approximately water, the way it simply is going and is going and is going, anything approximately that i discovered very soothing. as though by some means I have been attached to each ripple that was once sending itself out and out till it reached one other shore. yet I hadn’t stumbled on something to interchange it in San Antonio. I questioned what San Antonians did. i used to be putting in place sixty-hour paintings weeks on the arts heart. No time left to create paintings whilst I got here domestic. I’d made a foul behavior of crumpling into the sofa after paintings, ingesting part a Corona and consuming a bag of Hawaiian potato chips for dinner.
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