Boston Adventures
One girl's quirky adventures in this shitty town.
Friday, August 16, 2002 :::
Blacks and Latino’s/Hispanics
I was born and raised in central Los Angeles in a working class neighborhood. My neighborhood wasn’t diverse as it was majority African-American and Latinos were a close second. Since we lived together, shopped together, and ate together I always felt really close to Latinos. In one since I was jealous because they were like a secret society because the spoke their own language. I remember many of night where there was a late night party from the neighbors, complete with Mariachi’s or the annoy music that I now know as Banda. I’ve even learned to deal with the stereotypes I have when I thought I didn’t have any. I’ll never forget the day that told the gang, “she probably doesn’t want to go to taco bell because she eats tacos everyday.”
I’m starting to realize that most people don’t feel the same. They don’t see the similarities. I was surprised when I first heard of race riots between black and latino students or when I see movies where the blacks and Latinos in prison can’t get along. I equate the African-American struggle with their struggle. I’ve always seen us as similar. They were just a different kind of brown. I have a hard time accepting when “black latinos” don’t see that they are just like me and that they will be treated just like me in America. I do understand that race is a social construct and that the structure is different. I’m not trying to wash away their ancestry and history but I find it odd. We share the same streets and the same schools but we are different and many of us don’t want to see the similarities.
Sunday, August 11, 2002 :::
We found her, we found Suma. Suma was like our surrogate mother. Suma worked at a restaurant in Brighton, MA called Mirror Café. It was a little breakfast and lunch café but most people didn’t know their secret. Mirror Café, Suma’s as we called it, served Indian food also. So Suma took us in like we were her own children. Sometime last year Suma’s changed management and we were not aware of it. She was lost and we cried because our lives were forever changed with the absence of Suma. Saturday we were driving down the street and I spotted her. There was our mother walking casually down the street and next-door Mr. Tortilla’s job. So Suma was now working in a convenience store across from Mr. Tortilla’s job and it had only opened the day before. It was too ironic now that I am leaving she came back into our lives. She will be there to watch over him and take care of him. Suma is magic. She will never understand how her warm smile kept us going in this boring city. She was part of what kept us going on a daily basis. We can’t enjoy the food but at least we can enjoy her tea.
I have re-installed the comments so feel free to say something (although I know rich is the only one who reads this damn thing). I'm in the process of packing now i realize this is such a shitty task to do when no one else is moving except you. It was different last time because everyone else was also moving and this time it is just me. I'm really excited that I am going to visit my family because I haven't seen them since January.
I haven't witnessed too much strange stuff lately so I'll report when I start meeting weirdos again. I was actually of thinking of publishing the original Boston Adventures series because I thought they were fun.
Thursday, August 08, 2002 :::
Let's talk about the rich girl and not just because she is rich. We shall talk about her because she is actually clueless.
"My boyfriend told me that he won't buy me a Jetta because he is going to buy a Porsche. So instead he is going to buy me jewelry but I'm afraid he won't buy me platinum."
This irks the shit out of me.
Well guys I am moving to Washington DC. I am so happy about this but I can't express feelings about it.
